𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒; 𝑻.𝑮𝑰𝒀𝑼𝑼 [✓]

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after giyuu walked you and ayumu home, he left to patrol the area. and now, you and your brother were getting ready for bed.

"can we meet mio-san again tomorrow?"

"if he's free and willing to meet up again then sure i guess."

"yay!" the younger boy exclaimed, throwing himself onto the futon. you placed yourself next to him, laying on your back, you stared up at the ceiling, "alright then, good ni—"

"do you have a picture of dad?"

hm? what?? you frowned at his unexpected question, "uh, i don't think so... why?"

"aw... i really want to see how he looks like..." the boy mumbled in a soft voice.

"but we already told you about him just now, we're you not listening?"

"mmmmmmmmm..." ayumu let out a long hum, "no." he simply stated.

"no?" you asked, confused.

"no."

"no, what?"

"like, no."

"so, you weren't listening to us?" you raised a brow.

"no."

"huh? then why did you say no?"

"huh? because i said no?"

"okay, but what do you mean by no?" you questioned, not really understanding what your brother was talking about.

"huh? i mean no?"

"no what??"

"the word! no!"

"i know! but why did you say no???"

"because you asked me a question???"

"so, you weren't listening then??"

"no no, i was listening!"

"then why did you say no????" you sat up so you could have a better look at your brother. ayumu followed your actions, pushing himself up.

"i said no, because you asked if i wasn't listening, so i said no!" he sighed out.

"wait what? i never asked that?"

"you didn't?!"

"no! i asked if you were listening or not!"

"..."

"..."

"... ouhhhhhhhhhhhh..!"

"geez. so we're you listening or not?" you asked again.

"i was!"

"then? what do you still want to know about dad?"

"mmm... are you sure he didn't have white hair?"

"nope. i don't rememebr seeing him with white hair before, it has always been brown."

"mmmm..." he thought for a while. "then what about a very light grey colour?"

"no."

"a very pale grey colour?"

"... no."

"mmmmmm what about like, light silver—"

"ayumu."

"no really! i swear dad had white hair!"

"and i'm telling you he doesn't..." you replied.

"then... have we ever met someone with white hair before?" ayumu asked.

"uh, i don't think so..." you shrugged.

"gah! my brain hurts from all this!"

"then why did you even—"

"good night!" the boy exclaimed, flopping back down onto the futon, pulling the blanket over his head.

"ayumu???"

you were simply answered with over exaggerated loud, fake snores.