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[yuutxs]

“do you know who I am?”

It was as if he was still in and out of consciousness when he heard that familiar voice call out to him, asking him questions -- one stuck out the most though -- ‘Do you know who I am’ ... well, did he?! Yuuto wasn’t sure where he was or what time it was. All he knew was that he lost balance, almost as if he was passing out, remembering that he was falling on the ground and how much it hurt him -- how much it hurt his head -- but other than that, he really didn’t remember much. 

The face before him... that’s what he remembered though. “Y... Yuki...” The boy mumbled, wanting to sit up, but refraining from doing so when he was in pain even more so. 

It surely was a mistake to not eat all day and barely drink. He had gotten worried since he was not fitting into some of his favourite lolita dresses anymore and he knew that he was eating just as much as his older brother -- if not more. They were known for being big eaters, really. Not going with food, let alone snacks here and there, it wasn’t something his body could handle that easily. And it was stupid, beyond stupid -- and he knew that!!! -- yet, here he was, exhausted, shaking all over his body and unable to get up. 

A weak smile formed on his lips, a shaky hand reaching up to his counterpart. “You look so worried, Yuki-chan. It’s ok, I’m fine. Heh... just... where... where am I?! I don’t remember...”

[yuutxs]

"You are my baby tonight. And I'm your daddy ~ "

“Woah, Yuki-chan… I didn’t know you could sing so nicely with that loud voice of yours…” 

Scooting a little closer to the man who (for whatever reason) had the sudden urge to make his debut as some kind of Romeo, an acoustic guitar on his lap and performing (probably) one of his favourite songs. The lyrics may have been a little less suggestive, but Yuuto was not complaining; that was exactly the type of song Kuroda would be into, he guessed, and that made it worth even more so. “Thank you for singing to me, daddy.” The black-haired male mumbled as he was closer to the other’s ear, teasingly so, before he’d press a peck to his cheek and leaned his head against the man’s shoulder. 

It never really crossed his mind before to call the other that nickname, but it surely was fun to do so. Mostly when he was waiting for the other’s reaction – those were the best after all. But if that little song wasn’t cheesy at all already, it certainly was that he was snuggling into the man’s leather jacket while both of them just enjoyed their company on Yukinari’s rather broken bed.