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"I will destroy you!" Ashiya yelled once he reached the police station. "And there will be nothing left to bury!"

"Sir," a worried police officer intervened, putting a protective arm around Urushihara's shoulders from where she sat beside him on the bench. "I think your toddler just got lost. It was a mistake."

Urushihara shot a smug look at Ashiya, which was missed by the police woman and only served to make Ashiya madder than before.

"I specifically told him to remain inside!" Ashiya said, attempting to keep his voice from becoming a shout. Turning to Urushihara, he added, "The one time I tell you to stay inside is the one time you forget that you are a socially awkward hermit who never leaves the house?"

Urushihara found it funny the way the police lady's arm tightened around his shoulders at the words.

Sure, he did feel kinda bad that he'd gotten himself taken to the police station and needed Ashiya to pick him up, but the majority of the situation was hilarious.

Suddenly, the police officer had a thought. "You said he never leaves the house?" she asked, and Ashiya nodded. "How old is your son?"

"My son?" Ashiya spluttered, and Urushihara fought to keep from laughing at the bewilderment and mortification on his face. "He's…"

Urushihara had to save him, noticing that Ashiya could only think to say 18, which was Urushihara's fake age in the human world. "I'm four," he said, trying to emit the brash pride that most little kids had about their ages.

Ashiya weakly smiled under the officer's glare. "Ah, yes, four. Urushihara is four years old."

"Shouldn't your son be going to preschool?" the officer inquired.

Urushihara mentally slapped his forehead. He should have said he was three years old. Then he wouldn't have to go to school, and the police would have forgotten about him in a year.

Ashiya began to splutter again. Luckily, at that moment, Maou arrived, having left work only to find an empty apartment and an angry voicemail from Ashiya.

"Urushihara!" he said in an irritated tone. "You're such a pain! I'm going to take away your PASTA for a week! Causing Ashiya and me such trouble!"

Urushihara began to open his mouth to protest, but the police officer spoke first. "Are you Mr. Ashiya's…partner?" she asked.

Maou's face grew redder than a tomato, and Urushihara couldn't stifle his laugh. "No, we're just friends," he weakly said, making sure not to use the word servant.

"Who live together," Urushihara muttered.

"Maou is Urushihara's legal guardian," Ashiya drily explained. "He was at work when we got the call, so I came in his place."

"Mr. Maou, are you aware that your child should be in preschool?"

"Preschool?" Maou snorted. It was a question he'd been expecting before coming to the station, so he'd made a fake story for Urushihara. "Not yet. Urushihara's only three years old."

Ashiya turned to Maou in alarm as the police woman narrowed her eyes. "I thought you said he was four," she said to him.

Maou's eyes grew wide as he realized his mistake. "Uh, no, he is four! That's right. Silly me!"

"You didn't know your son's age?"

Urushihara knew he had to save Maou and Ashiya. After all, the whole situation was technically his fault. "I had my birthday yesterday!"

"Well, happy birthday." The police officer's smile faded as she turned to Maou and Ashiya. "You have to enroll him in preschool, or CPS will come and it will no longer be your call."

Urushihara wilted. He'd had no idea getting taken to the police station would have resulted in such an extreme situation. On second thought, he should have known.

"Fine." Ashiya said through his teeth. "He'll go to preschool this year. But Urushihara, when we get home, you'll wish you'd never left Olba."

Although the police woman threw a glance of worry and concern at Urushihara, he simply hopped off the bence and rolled his eyes. "I have to go to preschool," he grouched. "There is nothing worse you could do to me."

And with that, Maou and Ashiya walked out, leaving Urushihara to try to keep up with his little legs.

Later that night, the police woman sat in her office with her phone to her ear. "Brother, I have to do something," she said in desperation. "That boy seemed to be living in a very unhealthy household. They didn't even know his age!"

"You can't do anything," the tinny voice replied. "Without proof of actual harm coming to the child, the law won't be on your side."

"He'll be in preschool in two weeks; summer's almost over." The police woman rubbed her temple. "With luck, he'll be in your class."

"That's right. There aren't many preschools around this area."

The police officer smiled. "And you're the best teacher out of them all," she told her brother.

"Thanks, sis," he replied. "If the kid's in my class, I'll look out for him."

"You're an angel."

"I know."

The tiny apartment was filled to the brim with accusation that night.

"Why would you go out?" Ashiya exclaimed as he violently unrolled his futon. "I would have thought that even you had more sense than leaving the house as a toddler!"

"How would I have known that the people of this world would call the police? And you think that I want to go to preschool?" Urushihara shot back, sliding into his box.

"Guys, give it a rest," Maou said, putting down his toothbrush and grabbing his own futon. "No matter how this came about, it's done. There's no way to go back now. We should just focus on getting Urushihara's body back to normal."

"Which we could be doing if he wasn't going to be in preschool in two weeks," Ashiya grumbled.

"It's not my fault there's a law about that!" Urushihara said, his tiny voice making the statement sound ridiculous.

"Do you know how much money school supplies will be? No, of course you didn't think about it! This is worse than when you bought all that junk that couldn't be returned!" Ashiya crossed his arms.

"I bought that from a company you worked for!" Urushihara said, attempting to cross his pudgy toddler arms.

Maou gave up trying to play mediator. He turned off the light, placing his pillow on top of his head to drown out the argument.

And he hoped against hope that Urushihara would soon get back to normal, or he'd never get any sleep!

Preschool is coming soon…

And what will happen when Emi and Chiho find out?

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