Naoto, the little yaoi-fairy-embodiment of any supportive brother ever.
"I can't watch this anymore, I'm gonna make you make up"
But this slightly out-of-it grown-up...
"Alright, this could be:
1. a ghost
2. the younger brother of my runaway lover
3. some stranger with the same face.
...
Nevermind, just sleep in the next room."
I'm still reading this for the mother..."Son, mom will love you no matter what (even if you're an idiot)"
Might as well throw my 2 cents into the pond - seeing as this is fictional and going by that fraction of pain we got a glimpse of... I don't care. Let him be happy with a tree, with a bear, with his uncle.
Give him love and love and (just to be on the safe side) some more love until he dies of old age and I won't care the how and why, als long as the little munchkin is loved. Feels loved. Loves back.
The art is to die for, the pacing is orgasmic, it's a pleasure that Erogawa is himself and the bedheads are the most realistic I've ever seen.
*nomnom*
Ch. 3
"Damn, the flowers are in the way!"
(you should be careful, lest he starts feeling tremendous happiness and popping stone pines)
That rare moment when "It's saturday" spells doom and "it's a long weekend" intensifies your plight.
Reasons why I love this story:
1. Alpha be like "Hush little girl, stay modest or I could rape you" *blushingintensifies*
2. Omega *veinpop* "BRING IT COWARD" *offensivestripping* "IMMA EAT YOU UPPP" *mayhem*
3. Friends: look at them playing nicely. It's adolescence.
4. Alpha-childhood-friend be like "Don't mind me, I'm just the ABO-Grinch."
...when you unknowlingly went all *kabedon* on godzilla.