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Can I... tell you something?
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You stared at your phone with a slight frown. Despite having Kusuo's number for some time now, the two of you never texted. He mostly called you via telepathy, or he didn't call at all. Even if he did text, this didn't seem like the kind of text he would send. So you came up with two theories.
Either this was a prank or Kusuo has gone insane.
You sighed, earning a glance from your mother who was prepping food in the kitchen with your father.
Mom: What's the matter Bubs?
You laid on the couch and furrowed your brows.
Y/N: Kusuo sent a weird text that I'm trying to interpret.
You heard your dad scoff from the kitchen. He started cutting the carrots more aggressively.
Dad: Y'know, Y/N, you should stay away from boys. They're all trouble.
Y/N: You do realize that you are indeed a male, right?
Dad: And I was indeed trouble at your age.
You rolled your eyes and smiled.
Y/N: Kusuo isn't like that though.
Your face fell, your lips down turning into a small frown.
Y/N: Not that he'll ever like me back.
Dad: Why not? Any child of mine is very likable.
You heard your mother chuckle.
Y/N: Well... he's not capable of human emotions.
You chewed the inside of your cheek and sighed again.
Y/N: Whatever, I'll be in my room.
You hopped off of the couch and sulked up the stairs, your mother giving you a worried look before going back to her cooking. She then gave her husband a glare.
Mom: Why'd you have to be so extra about it? You know she's sensitive.
