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Kichirou was feeling restless this night. He gave up on trying to sleep and decided to get up and use the bathroom as an excuse to stretch his legs.

Out in the hallway, though, he paused. His uncle was awake, illuminated by the television he was watching from the couch. Kichirou stepped quietly forward, not wanting to disturb him, and then noticed that his dad was on the couch, too.

The two adults were sitting very close, actually... Kichirou heard them whispering, too quietly for him to hear over the faint noise from the television. He frowned to himself. He needed a better vantage point. He was about to step closer when he heard the unmistakable sound of a kiss.

It hadn't come from the TV.

He emitted a small squeak of surprise and uh oh, they'd both turned their heads in his direction.

"Kicchan, is that you?" Uncle Narukami asked softly. He saw his uncle blinking at him, unable to see him in the darkness of the hallway.

There was some further whispering and then his father said, "Come on out, Ki-kun. We have something to tell you."

Kichirou obediently moved out of the hallway and into the living room. His dad turned off the TV and turned on the lamp in the corner. Then his dad patted the spot next to him on the couch and asked Kichirou to sit.

As Kichirou looked from his father to his uncle, he noticed that they were holding hands between them.

"Ki-kun," his father began. "Your, uh, your uncle and I, we both love you very much. You know that, right?"

"Y-yeah...?" Kichirou ventured. He'd expected a lecture about eavesdropping, but this situation felt very different. Uncle Narukami was holding his breath and his eyes were shining, like he really, really wanted to say something.

"A-and we also love each other," Dad finished, looking directly at Uncle Narukami and bringing his other hand to join the one already holding his.

"Very much," Uncle Narukami murmured. He slowly moved his head until it was resting against Dad's shoulder. Dad blushed and lowered his gaze. Even without a mirror, Kichirou knew his own face was pink, too.

"Is that okay...?" Uncle Narukami sounded faintly worried.

"Huh?" Kichirou blinked at the question. "Well, I kind of knew already..."

"Wh-what?" Dad squawked. "Was it that obvious?"

"I saw you go into the kitchen and kiss him after work once, Dad! And you're always holding hands under the dinner table. I-it's okay! I'm very happy." He smiled at them, and they smiled back.

"So, Kicchan," Uncle Narukami said, "you don't have to worry about me leaving you, all right?"

"Yeah!" Kichirou replied with enthusiasm. "I love you, Uncle Narukami!"

"We should probably get him to stop calling you 'Uncle,'" his dad murmured.

"Psh," said Uncle Narukami. "Rather he call me Papa Narukami? Sounds like the name of a band... Please continue to call me Uncle, okay, Kicchan?"

Kichirou nodded. He didn't think he could call him anything else.

"All right." Dad heaved a sigh, but it was a nice sigh, a happy one. "Anyway, Ki-kun, you need to go back to bed."

Kichirou sighed. "Okay, Dad..." he said reluctantly. Then his eyes brightened with mischief. "D-Dad! Can I..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I see you two kiss again?"

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