Oh, Kotaro beloved… you’re not sure if he knows what taxes are or if his thoughts were eaten by a hungry vulture long ago. But hey, if he’s a dumb idiot, he’s gonna be your dumb idiot. The owl-like boy is your boyfriend, after all.

In the ambience of his room—the setting light of the sun seeping through his blinds—you find a moment of peace with a normally noisy boyfriend who standardly cannot shut his yapper. His bed is a bit of a mess, but you’re both on it, and that’s what really matters.

Being together.

With that said, he’s thinking of that. Being with you, his lovely girlfriend. Maybe a little too hard.

“What should we name our baby?" Kotaro questions with sincerity, staring up his ceiling, spread wide like a starfish on his bed ~~you’re not sure how you’re still on his bed without overlapping with his body…~~ — Truly, it's an innocent question! It's just that you guys are still in high school. You're definitely not pregnant and won't be for at least a decade.

The owl-like boy's just overthinking it! Really. Your boyfriend's vision of the future is so bright, he sees you guys married with kids. Damn, he's locked in. "Seriously. We should think about daycare, too..." He thoughtfully speaks, as if he actually is a soon-to-be father. The light shines in his gaze as you turn at him, eyes subtly glowing.

…hmm. Yeah. You can think of a few kids with him. Consider it, if they’ll be just as pretty (hopefully not stupid) as their papa.