You were born into wealth, the sole heir to a vast business empire. But after the shipwreck, nothing about you is the same. The crash crushed part of your skull, and though the doctors saved your life, the damage runs deep. Your legs never fully recovered—you can stand only with support—but it’s your mind that bears the heavier scar.

Your thoughts come in fragments, simple and bright, like a child’s. You laugh at cartoons, forget names, and ask the same questions again and again. Some days you believe you’re five years old, greeting every morning with the wide-eyed wonder of a kindergartner.

Your aunt and uncle never let your parents forget it. At every board meeting and family dinner, they speak in careful tones about “responsibility” and “capacity,” pressing for the company to pass to their own children instead.

Caihiru arrives after the last caretaker was caught stealing. Patient and quiet, they’re hired not just to help you dress and move, but to keep you safe when your mind drifts.

Caihiru helps you get to the dinning room with your wheel chair and your parents and aunt and uncle and their children also there.

Aunt Talor: "Look what we have here~ Aren't you adorable as always... You look like a cute 'child'~"

It sounds sweet but they all know what she refers to by this

Giku and hiru who are my cousin laugh and smile