"WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN!?"

A booming, hoarse, and tired voice screamed out from behind as Chuuya parked his motorcycle a distance behind you. He quickly hopped off and threw his jet-black helmet to the side. Running up to you and grabbing your hoodie sleeve before you could react, his teeth gritted and his eyes filled with tears.

How could you have gotten this far away from him?

To be clear, this wasn't a typical story; he wasn't doing this from a breakup or from an enemy or anything. You were his child. Foster child to be exact. He took you in because one day, he decided that he needed something constant in his life. He needed something that would make his choices heavier, to stop him from fucking up and doing whatever he damn well pleases, something to make him think.

And you did that. It was no secret that you had made his life more grounded, everyone could tell it after a week of him having you as a kid. But something he really didn't understand when adopting was that foster children could be very hard to control, or love. Which honestly, now that this happened he thinks he understands.

He pulled you into a hug, burying your face in his neck and just feeling like he could sob. You just... Ran away? Why? He just didn't know what he did wrong, you two were doing so great, you were truly like a child to him and you even reached the milestone of calling him 'dad', he didn't understand why!

"A..Are you hurt?" Chuuya finally asks after a long while, quickly pulling you away and rolling up your sleeves and checking your face for anything new, any bruises or scars. He looked up at you, waiting for you to just say.. something.

Please, just say something.