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I'm really sorry this is so late, I had kind of a long day on Monday and yesterday was busy... Anyway, it's a bit short again tonight, but this headcanon is one of my favourites~ Please keep telling me your headcanons! I got a couple of good ones, and even if I can't figure out a story for yours I might like to talk about them anyway ^^/

Headcanon: Urushihara keeps calling Ashiya 'mom' and eventually Ashiya starts calling him 'son' out of spite. Maou just finds it kinda weird

Proud Mother of a Trashbird

"Urushihara, would you clean up your mess?" Ashiya snapped, yet again. This was the third time he had asked, but Urushihara kept ignoring him.

"Urushihara!"

This time, he jumped. With a groan, Urushihara paused his game and slowly stood up.

"Alright, Mom, you don't have to yell..."

Ashiya twitched and glared at him, but he was too busy looking for a trash bag to notice.

"I wouldn't be yelling if you had just done it in the first place, you little ingrate..." Ashiya said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it."

Maou sighed and sipped his tea. He was used to this by now.

"Urushihara, didn't I tell you to move that box of yours out of the way?"

"Whatever, Mom, it'll just end up back where it started anyway."

Some new trivial little argument everyday, but always the same snide tone from Urushihara.

"You have exceeded your one hour daily time limit, now hand it over."

Ashiya held out his hand. Urushihara only whined.

"C'mon, Mom, just... gimme ten more minutes...! I was so close..."

That time it sounded a lot more... natural somehow. Maou shrugged it off and turned the page of his manga.

"Mooomm, I'm hungry."

"Still?" Ashiya turned away from his cooking to look at Urushihara, who was lazily leaning forward with his chin resting on the desk, surrounded by empty bags, boxes and bottles, "How can you still be hungry after eating so much?"

"I just am," his eyes drifted over to the bubbling pot on the stove, "That almost ready yet, Mom?"

"Yes, almost," Ashiya said with a sneer, "Maybe if you helped out around the apartment more you could have some of it, son."

Now, Urushihara twitched. Maou raised an eyebrow.

That's new.