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When Kusuo was younger, the night had always been comforting. The way the darkness always seemed to comfort him with a blanket of dreams, in the way that his parents never had. It had always given him a sense of peace that he still enjoys even now. It was the main reason he loved lounging in space, the way that the darkness cloaked him, and how the stars seemed to look after him as he rested. He just wishes that they could do anything other than watch and mourn the way he slowly crumbles and cracks apart.
Kusuo knows how much his parents care for him, and no matter how much Kuboyasu seems to think, they aren’t abusive! After all, you can’t abuse a god! Because he’s not a god, he’s a monster, he need to be controlled, all he ever will be is a monster
Kusuo knows that he can’t be trusted, he’s been told by his parents and they love him! Right? And so if they are harder with words, and maybe he has stronger worse punishments than they would ever be with Kusuke, that’s why! He doesn’t deserve love no he doesn’t, he’s just a monster, and monsters don’t need love or care but he still does, he craves it with his whole being for it and it never comes- So yes! His home life is perfect! So what if his parents tend to switch personalities when guests came over? That’s what parents did after all.
So Kusuo loves his parents, and they love him too. So when his chest had started cracking open, he should have told them about it, right? But… why should he tell them? They already deal with his problems all the time on a daily basis, they shouldn’t be concerned with a monster him. He’ll just go to his parent space for a day or two and fix himself up. Today is a Thursday after all! He’ll go this weekend. He just has to finish today, and do it again tomorrow. He’ll be perfectly fine until then. Right?