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Hiro nodded solemnly, crossing his heart. He felt like he was part of a Great Conspiracy. That night, as he tucked himself into bed, he heard his mother stir in the next room. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding the secret tight. It was a small, sugary bond between father and son, a hidden piece of love waiting to be revealed at sunrise.

Keep it quiet, he whispered, pulling a cloth over the masterpiece to hide it in the back of the pantry. It’s a secret from Mom until tomorrow morning. Hiro nodded solemnly, crossing his heart

Kenji squeezed the bag too hard, and a blob of frosting landed on the counter. He swore softly, then looked at Hiro with a panicked grin. This was supposed to be a professional-grade birthday cake for Hiro’s mother, but it currently looked like a delicious construction site. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding the secret tight