Innocent, fearful blue eyes widened in shock, as Kaito tugged at the arm holding him still, pressing down against his thin ribcage. At 6, Kaito was nowhere near a healthy child. Too small, too weak, too skinny. A little slip of a thing really. Far too easily damaged. And damaged he was going to be.
"K-ke-kun?!!" Kaito asked, choking at the effort to even form the words. What was going on? What did he do to get Nike so upset with him?! Was it his fault again?