anonymous asked:

Shiro looked at his daddy, curious. "Why do we need blood when papa doesn't?" "We do we drink his blood?" He asked, green eyes wide.

Go anon and pretend to be my character’s child.

Mika knelt down to his son’s level and tried to smile. It was hard but the smile was there. Children this age were curious so he expected questions. However, this one was hard to answer. 

“Because Shiro-chan we are…special and we need…special treatment…” He answered the best he could. He use to call himself a monster, but that was before Shiro came into their life. He could never think of their child as a monster.