face-turn:

naito didn’t understand the cat. he really, really didn’t. but fuck, if hiromu was going to treat a stuffed animal like a treasured ally, naito wasn’t about to get in his way. los ingobernables stuck together through thick and thin- even when ‘thick’ was hamming it up with a lazy-looking stuffed toy.
making Daryl happy- and fuck, his little brother named his stuffed toys, that was as cute as it was weird– made hiromu happy made naito happy, so it was all good. it was no skin off his nose to fist-bump a plush cat or turn a blind eye after tough losses when hiromu would bury his face in Daryl’s squishy body so no one could see his eyes get glassy.
it was weird, sure, but it wasn’t hard– and they were all a little weird, anyway. anyone who wanted to judge hiromu for being a little weirdo would have to get through naito first, and naito was a hell of a brick wall when his family needed him.