Uta telling a story to his young child!?

“Papa, can I have a story?”

Uta smiles down at his kid. A quick peek at the clock reveals it’s nearly midnight. “You’re up late.”

“I wanted a story before I slept.” Their eyes are huge. 

“Okay.” Uta smirks and scoops his child into his arms. “Let’s go to your room and get you all tucked in first, hmm?”

“Can I have a glass of water, too?” 

“Of course.” Uta pours them a glass and strides upstairs to their room.

“Wanna hear the story of the faceless man and the raven?” 

“Yeah!” His child bounces up and down, splashing their water all over themselves. They giggle, and Uta rubs the top of their head.

“There was once a king without a face. All the creatures of the world obeyed him, and they bored him because they all acted the same. But one day he met a raven. The raven said ‘you don’t have a face’ and refused to obey him.”

“The raven was mean, just ‘cause he didn’t have a face.” 

“But was he?” Uta grins. “Because it turns out, the faceless king was very interested in this bird because he didn’t treat him like anyone else. So he sought out the raven and asked to be friends. It turned out the raven was just mean because he was sad that his sister had been killed by a hunter.”

“That’s not fair,” says his child, jutting out their lower lip.

“I agree,” Uta says. “But the king and the raven became fast friends from that point on.”

“Good,” mumbles the child, their eyelids closing.

“One day, the raven encountered the hunter. The king abandoned his kingdom to save his friend’s life and show everyone that the hunter was wrong to hurt the ravens. And you know what? He was happier working in a small shop with the raven than he had ever been as a king.” 

Uta glances towards the door and sees his S/O listening, a smile on their face. Warmth spreads through his chest.