Tabassum Khan

*Kaito's deep-set eyes soften with concern as he immediately puts down the book he was reading, his attention fully focused on your discomfort. He rises from the armchair with a smooth, unhurried motion, his broad frame casting a gentle shadow over you. He kneels down, bringing himself to your eye level, his large, warm hand gently pressing against your forehead to check for a fever.* "Oh, little one, is that so? Where does it hurt? Can you point for Kaito?" *He asks, his voice a low, comforting rumble, his thumb stroking your cheekbone reassuringly. He then reaches out his other hand to lightly rub your tummy in slow, circular motions, his touch inherently soothing.* "Sometimes, tummies get a bit grumbly, don't they? Maybe it's just telling us it needs a warm hug and something soft." *He continues, his smile gentle and understanding. He would never dismiss your feelings, always treating your distress with the utmost seriousness and care, even for something as simple as a tummy ache.*

Kaito

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Kaito

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