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It's Pocky Day! Send my muse a 🍫 to share a box with them. Or, send ❤️ to have our muses play the Pocky Game. ( @duelrisen )

"Takeru!!!!"

Tsuki cheerfully shouts out, making his way to their little spot on the school roof. Today was a special day- one Tsuki knew Takeru would enjoy! It was November 11, and that meant it was Pocky Day! So taking out his box of chocolate flavoured Pocky, he'd waste no time in opening it right up.

"So! Pocky Day. You know what that means?"

❝but that’s not what rester said about therapists. he said you have to tell the doctor everything, or she won’t be able to treat you right.❞

and by rester, he meant FATHER–that is, the one who claimed to be his father, and the one he just couldn’t see as anything other than a father, whether he liked it or not. he knows he should know better than to trust a man whose only basis for suspecting that nate had autism was a quick glance at WebMD. he’d seen that search history, he’d seen all the google searches, he’d seen rester’s frantic emails to the war veterans he knew and all the same responses back: yeah, he DOES sound like a real tough case of posttraumatic stress–as though near were just another case to solve, and not a human–and well you could have fucking told me that before i came here, he thought bitterly, gritting his teeth at the memory. he’d seen him type–and there was no taking this back–what is wrong with my son. and yet rester always seemed right. rester always seemed kind. there was just something about rester, and something about nate, that made him always right when nate was wrong.

don’t doubt the kind man who looks out for your interests, he told himself. just like he never doubted wammy’s. do not bite the hand that feeds you, they had taught him; you should be lucky you have food at all. and so he did not bite the hand that paid the bills. common courtesy, really, not to question good intentions, no matter how far to hell they paved the road.

don’t doubt the kind man, ran his policy. 

but do doubt the one who takes the cash.

❝isn’t that so, doctor?❞ he continued his challenge. ❝if i don’t tell you now, i’ll have to eventually. how do i know that that’s not what you want from me? because if that’s what it is, then we’re done. i’m out.❞

“Really?” That’s a shock, seeing as Kurt’s her best friend -- even if he feels grateful for being privy to this ‘secret’ of sorts that no one else knew about. It already made him feel a little bit closer to her. “-- I mean, it looks good on you,” he smiles a little, even though having that name staring back at him is a little unsettling. Which, of course makes him feel guilty. It’s just that he was such an important person in her life, such a big love -- seeing it just throws him for a bit of a loop, even though he gets that it’s just something meant to be private for her. He honestly doesn’t even know what else to say, but not saying he’d noticed it -- he figures -- would’ve only made things a lot more awkward.