This is how I cope with finishing Fruits Basket.
He never had the chance to be with kids, unless it was his own family, even still, in that situation, he had no choice but to distance himself to avoid getting hurt. Yet… he understood kids. Most importantly, he understood that kids understood. He knew that all kids ever really wanted was sincere love. So when he heard the two small voices on his way to his morning run, he felt it in his chest. Nobody was around. That was good.
"You guys are gonna catch a cold, yah know. And I don’t want anyone getting sick around here, got that?" He started back into the house. "You gonna sit there all day or come inside?"
"I wouldn’t go along with his puns if you make me eat le—"
"YEAH I’LL BEAT HIM AT HIS OWN GAME! THAT BASTARD BETTER WATCH HIS MOUTH ‘CUZ I’M GONNA BOIL HIM IN MY PUNS!"
"I said you’re not the pretty type, alright. So quit fakin’ it."
naw gurl im disillusioned
"AGAIN?! I’VE NEVER—"Ok, maybe I have once before but
"WHAT’S TOHRU GOTTA DO WITH THIS?! STOP MAKING HER CLEAN UP ALL YOUR DAMN MESSES!"
"Who would want affection from someone like you? You’re the opposite of what most guys would ever want…"