Canon: Remove if not applicable.Hokuto glares at Akito with a half-hearted darkness glowing in his eyes. His dad quirks his eyebrows and wiggles the popsicle at him, and Hokuto wrinkles his nose. "Let daddy feed you like when you were little, Hokuto~!" the moron says, and Hokuto drops his head back and onto the wooden floor. "No thanks, I'm not that desperate," he says, and he can practically hear Akito puff up his cheeks and pout. Our almighty headmaster, behaving like a child. He tugs at the leather string of his necklace and pointedly ignores the other spirit, who continues to pointedly mope.
He glances up when he hears Akito suck in a deep breath, and manages to roll away just in time when the man pounces at him. Akito crashes into the floor, and Hokuto bristles. "Dad! Seriously!!" he protests, and rolls onto hands and knees. It's too damn warm for this sort of thing, can't he just give him the ice stick and be done with it all? He looks like an overheated dog trying to keep its owner distracted, which does not work. He moves out of reach of Akito's outstretched arms. "Dad, if you don't calm down, you'll combust or something."
"Awww!" Akito grins, and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, brushing hair sticking to it out of his eyes. "You love me, my little baby!"
Hokuto hisses. "I'm not a baby!" he growls, and groans when Akito finally manages to catch him against his chest. "Yes you are, you'll always be my little baby boy, Hokuto, you know that." He pets his damp hair, ignoring Hokuto's attempts to push him off. Their skin sticks uncomfortably together, but Hokuto seems to be the only one bothered by it. "Dad, come on," he pushes at Akito's stomach, then yelps. Something wet and sticky presses against his cheek, and he scowls up at his dad. "Yuck," he says, but licks up a little bit of sweet ice from the corner of his mouth. "Honestly, how old do you think I am?" he shoves his leg with a foot, and Akito ruffles his short black hair. "Way too young to win against daddy," he says, grinning fondly from ear to ear. "You're my little kitty cat, you know that, Hokuto?"
With a huff, Hokuto wipes away the melting ice from his face, scratches his sweaty scalp and pouts. It's way too warm to keep on struggling, and he doesn't have the energy to continue to push away him any more. And being compared to a cat... Sure, he compared Akito to dogs, but that was so obvious. This was less so.
For good measure, he gives Akito a half-assed punch in the chin, and then he props his hand under his ear, and gives up. There's just no point, because obviously, his dad is not about to give up yet, and Hokuto can only wait for him to get bored, overheats, or fall asleep before he can disentangle himself from his moron superior.