Sometimes he wonders when they became less of the kids who hung around the three of them and more of odd kid brothers or nephews or maybe sons. That last gets him to thump his head against the wall. He’s never wanted kids, and here he is saddled with all these brats that were never just his to take care of until now.
(Though, some of them aren’t orphans, so he’s still not alone in taking care of them. It feels like it though, since a little over a year ago there were three of them taking care of them—though Totsuka was more help than Mikoto and he can’t believe he just thought that.)
But back then was back then. He wonders what Anna would say if he asked her about her family now. Out of all of Homra, all of her new family, who has what role? Does he even want to know now?
It would’ve been different, he thinks, if he’d asked before the events of a year ago. Asking now, after her two most important people (two of her most important people, but he doesn’t feel like he should belong in the same category as them) died a little over a year ago.
Sometimes, when it’s late and all the others have gone home or gone to sleep and he no longer has any need to help Anna control her new flames, he misses them. He misses his two best friends; the fool who smiled almost constantly but was almost always right about his feelings when it came to what sort of person someone was and the boy he’d taken the hand of after he destroyed a building and a sword appeared above his head.
[I’m not sure where this drabble went but have a ???? thing that probably isn’t finished but hey it’s a thing. And not really really really ?????? so that’s a success??????? I wanna write but I don’t wanna write and ~family~ prompts got me this /squints]
HAVE A THING. HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY IZUMO
(Though, some of them aren’t orphans, so he’s still not alone in taking care of them. It feels like it though, since a little over a year ago there were three of them taking care of them—though Totsuka was more help than Mikoto and he can’t believe he just thought that.)
But back then was back then. He wonders what Anna would say if he asked her about her family now. Out of all of Homra, all of her new family, who has what role? Does he even want to know now?
It would’ve been different, he thinks, if he’d asked before the events of a year ago. Asking now, after her two most important people (two of her most important people, but he doesn’t feel like he should belong in the same category as them) died a little over a year ago.
Sometimes, when it’s late and all the others have gone home or gone to sleep and he no longer has any need to help Anna control her new flames, he misses them. He misses his two best friends; the fool who smiled almost constantly but was almost always right about his feelings when it came to what sort of person someone was and the boy he’d taken the hand of after he destroyed a building and a sword appeared above his head.
[I’m not sure where this drabble went but have a ???? thing that probably isn’t finished but hey it’s a thing. And not really really really ?????? so that’s a success??????? I wanna write but I don’t wanna write and ~family~ prompts got me this /squints]