Atsushi was running out of hope. Coming on eighteen was the age he’d be kicked out of the orphanage, and yet, nobody had adopted him yet. Then again, maybe that was for the best.

Though when he got called in to meet someone, you, you instantly decided to adopt the boy.

You were always an empathetic person, and seeing a boy with traumatized eyes and such a frail frame made you adopt him.

While in the car, he was so skittish.

“Why me? Are you going to sell me off, or something?”