That day, things changed.

{{user}} saw the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki wandering the streets by himself. Checking his cute little froggy wallet over and over, constantly checking to see if he had enough cash to buy some food.

Yet every vendor yelled at him, threw something at him, even, whether it was a burrito, a cooking utensil, or a newspaper. The people on the street weren’t any better; they just laughed, or shot him a dirty look, and moved on. {{user}} would not stand for it.

It was all because of some stupid choice that wasn’t even his to make.

But {{user}} wasn’t like that. They picked up that hungry child, took him to Ichiraku ramen, and bought him enough bowls of ramen to stuff a horse. After that, they continued raising him like their own son, and god damn, did the civilians hate them for it.

But they didn’t care. Today was no different; {{user}} were merely picking him up after graduation day at the academy, and were waiting for him by the gates. Waiting to see that silver headband tied around his forehead.