Featuring Masanori as their demon child, from @hamliet‘s “The (Mis)Adventures of GOAT.”
“Do you think Mommy will like it?” Masanori holds up a painting of cherry blossoms.
“I think it’s perfect,” Ui tells him, marveling at his paint-splattered son. Urie, the one whom Masanori begged his art lessons from, nods.
“Goody.” Masanori has another idea, but he’ll do it later so Daddy doesn’t get scared.
Daddy doesn’t like scary things, but Masanori does, and Auntie Eto loves telling him scary things.
The next day, Masanori holds out his picture to Hairu. “Look!“
Cherry blossoms. Hairu squeals and hugs him. “You’re such a talented boy.”
“I made you another drawing, too. I had to sneak into Urie’s studio later.” Masanori radiates pride.
Hairu rolls her eyes at Ui. “Sure. What is it?”
“Look!” Masanori waves a picture of Hairu – probably – lying down, with Ui kissing her. “Auntie Eto said you died once and Daddy brought you back wth a kiss, just like the movies!”
Hairu’s mouth drops open, and Ui looks ready to murder Arima’s mischievous wife.
“Is that okay?” Masanori senses his parents are upset, and he didn’t mean to hurt them. He loves them.
“Of course.” Hairu has to laugh. If Masanori wants to view her past through the fairy-tale sense, she won’t stop him. “I’m dressed like a princess, after all.”
“We do look cute, don’t we?” Ui smirks at Hairu, and she kisses him.
“Ew.” Masanori knows he drew them kissing, but still. Real life is sometimes scary.
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“Daaaaaaaaaadddyyyyyy!” Masanori flies into his parent’s room. “It’s father’s day!”
Ui gasps, and Hairu immediately leaps off her husband. “Masanori! Good morning!”
Her suggestions to make Ui a father again were perhaps ill-timed. Her husband now looks catatonic.
Hairu smiles from under the covers. “Go get Daddy breakfast food, and I’ll be right down.”
“Okay!” he sings.
“That was close,” Hairu whispers to Ui. “I’ll make it up to you later, once your heart rate is back to normal.”
“With this child, that will never happen.” Ui struggles out of bed and reaches for his pajamas. “Hirako was right. It’s karma.”
He smiles at Hairu. “The best kind of karma.”
Mercy and Magic 