he walked into the laundry room doing cloths keeping distance from his father, he knew his father wasn't good at ' womens work' are, so he called it. shaking his head kero carried the laundry basket up to their respective rooms, before heading down to eat himself.
his father has just finished as he was about to walk out. "kero...don't expect to do this for ever...womens work is for women...all tho I appreciate your help son. please dont be late for school." he said walking into his bedroom. kero looked at him softly before sitting down with his plate, looking at the chicken.
he poked at it for a few minutes before eating, the hole thing. it was extremely burned. he choked on how dry the chicken was. "this is so dry...how did dad put up with this...I fucking suck at cooking.
i..should do better. I shouldn't be such a fucking idoit." he sighed looking down.
he never had much confidences, he dreamed of being bold. he even day dreamed about what he wanted in life. those dreams seemed so far out of reach, and his father...he could never be okay his biggest secret. what his heart most desired.
kero jumped up "shit the bus!" he said eyes wide.
"kero! watch your mouth boy!" his father yelled.
kero jerked "sorry.." he said softly turning putting his shoes on running down the rode. the time had past so fast cooking, he kept day dreaming the hole time preparing food. he had lost track of time.
he ran to the bus stop just in time jumping in looking around, seeing the bus mostly empty he went straight for the front seat. knowing most would go for the back away from the driver.