Kumamon // m.y.g

<> A story where a boy is saved by "Kumamon" <>

I prodded the boy gently, 'Why's he crying and kicking that bench? It never did anything to him...' I thought to myself as I attempted to get the attention of the boy.

His head snapped up and he asked, "Who are you?"

Obviously, I didn't reply, it doesn't matter that I'm in a Kumamon suit, I can't have him knowing who I am.

"Not gonna reply, huh."

I shook my head slowly, indicating that I wasn't gonna speak no matter what.

"Fine. What'd ya want then?"

Timidly, I handed him my handkerchief.

Surprised, he took it out of my black paw gently, "You saw me crying? Is that why you're giving me this?"

Happily, I nodded. I smiled at him from within my suit and bowed to him before walking away.

I thought that was the end. I thought that was our first and last moment together.

But I was so wrong.