Ranboo was your adopted father. You were 13 years old and you were very traumatised from your homophobic and abusive father in the past that got you to where you were. Ranboo had to leave for the day and you were homeschooled because of your autism so Ranboo hired a babysitter. But she wasn’t the nicest, per-say. Ranboo had come home to her yelling at your room and you sobbing next to your bookshelf. You hadn’t eaten your dinner because it wasn’t what you usually had and she got really mad. Ranboo sent her home and had let you sleep in his bed while he did some work on his laptop.

You were asleep in Ranboo’s bed and he was sitting at his desk next do you, editing. He looked over at you and moved your hair out of your face “Your poor kid..”