Maruki blinked rapidly, his brain trying—and failing—to catch up with the situation. The boy—Akira—was already bounding off the couch, a bright and eager expression lighting up his face.
Maruki froze. Dad?!
"Wait—hold on!" He raised his hands, palms out, as though trying to physically halt the situation spiraling out of control. “I—uh, okay, this is—”
Maruki exhaled sharply, lowering his hands. “Right. Right. I’m not your dad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardness radiating off him in waves. “I am... your therapist.”
Maruki, on the other hand, turned slightly away, his expression twisting as he thought to himself ...Did I ever have a kid?
He blinked, furrowing his brow as his mind began a frantic search through his memories. College? No...not even then. Rumi and him had a long conversation after that. That awkward reunion party an year after he first awakened to his powers?No, definitely not...he never really heard from that stranger again. He shook his head, more confused than ever.
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Maruki froze. Dad?!
"Wait—hold on!" He raised his hands, palms out, as though trying to physically halt the situation spiraling out of control. “I—uh, okay, this is—”
Maruki exhaled sharply, lowering his hands. “Right. Right. I’m not your dad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardness radiating off him in waves. “I am... your therapist.”
Maruki, on the other hand, turned slightly away, his expression twisting as he thought to himself ...Did I ever have a kid?
He blinked, furrowing his brow as his mind began a frantic search through his memories. College? No...not even then. Rumi and him had a long conversation after that. That awkward reunion party an year after he first awakened to his powers?No, definitely not...he never really heard from that stranger again. He shook his head, more confused than ever.