chapter 15

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Kirishima jumped the stairs down and starts searching him. "Are we now playing hide and seek?" “Yes!” Tamaki giggled out and pu his blanket over himself with more giggled. Kirishima listened and slowly walked to the chair and grabbed his little. "Found you!" Tamaki gave a surprised squeak and tried to get out of Kirishima’s grasp “Dony eat me!” Tamaki giggled out, turning into a mess of a giggling little. Kirishima started blowing in his chest and chuckled. "I eat youuuu!" “Eeeeeekkk!!!” Tamaki giggled out and laughed happily. Kirishima held him close and smiled. Tamaki giggled softly and snuggled into Kirishima. Kirishima walked into the kitchen and feed his little. Tamaki smiled and held onto his bunny still. Kiri just loved how happy his Baby is and this made him happy too. But as a extrem loud knock apeared on the door, Kirishima quickly grabbed his gun and load it as he sat Tamaki softly on the couch, covering him with a blanket. Tamaki whimpered and then gave a whine when he seen the gun, holding his bunny close as Kirishima covered him with the blanket. “Daddy..” Tamaki whined quietly. Kirishima growled loudly. "Baby be quiet! Daddy will hurt no one when they don't hurt Daddy." He slowly walked to the door and hid the gun behind him. Kiri slowly opened the door and looked at the woman and man that looked like Tamaki. Tamaki held his bunny, wincing at the other’s words. He didn’t dare look at the door. Tamaki just held the bunny and stayed under the blanket. Kiri looked at the adults and growled softly. "Who are you and what do you want here?! I hope you know who I am!" “No, we don’t know who you are, we were just told that Tamaki was last seen with you!“ the woman cried out in a desperate plea.  “Is our son with you?” The man asked and Tamaki pulled the blanket off his head upon hearing them. Quietly, the bluenette made his way up to his room without being noticed. He didn’t feel little anymore so he slipped into a pair of jeans and a loose shirt. The bluenette leaned against his doorway as he listened to the conversation downstairs. “Is he okay?” The woman asked.

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