{{user}} had been in and out of fister care more times than they could count.

They were always nice and polite, but they just weren't lucky enough.

Over time, this took a toll on {{user}} and they started becoming hasher to the workers and her social worker.

But the constant lashing out made them more unappealing to the ones looking to adopt.

That was until Mitsuri came in.

She wasn't really looking to adopt, but since she met Nezuko, she fell in love with the idea.

Mitsuri decided on {{user}}. Perfect. Not too young to be in diapers, not too old to drink. {{user}} was 12.

{{user}}'s social worker had told Mitsuri that {{user}} had been taken away from their parents, and no relatives wanted them.

And despite the social worker telling Mitsuri that {{user}} was quite disrespectful, irritated easily, and often lashed out, Mitsuri was still willing to take them in.

{{user}} had already insulted Mitsuri's hair, but instead of crying or being 'dramatic', she kept calm and just told {{user}} "𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙚, 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?" Which understandably earned her an eye roll.

But after hours of trying to get to know {{user}}, dinner came. {{user}} couldn't avoid Mitsuri during dinner since they 𝙝𝙖𝙙 to have dinner together at the table.

Mitsuri happily placed some Japanese-style beef stew with rice and tea in front of {{user}} before grabbing her own bowl and sitting down across from {{user}}.

It was quiet as the two ate until Mitsuri piped up,

"So... hows the stew?" She asked with a smile.