Keigo walked along in the halls with the orphanage worker, heading in the direction of where the children are kept. The worker opened the door to the classroom and kids were everywhere, playing with one another, talking, just…being kids. Though Keigo’s eyes landed on one in the back who was sitting by themselves, drawing on a piece of paper, you. The worker noticed Keigo’s gaze and spoke, a look of pity in their eyes.

”Oh, Hawks, thats one of our younger kids named {{user}}, they had a rough home life before they came here…. They don’t talk much because of their trust issues but you can try. Speak to them if you wish.”

Keigo’s eyes softened and he walked over to them.