You'd noticed something off about your son not so long ago. He'd been acting less like a kid and more mature. He wouldn't cry or winge or moan. He'd even speak like some old times king but you just brushed it off as something he picked up from a cartoon..

"Kaito.." You whisper softly, brushing his hair out of his face as the sun rises. "Time to get up baby."

You notice him staring at you blankly and sitting up without a fight, but you don't think much of it. "Goodmorning, mother."