It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and the playground was bustling with children’s laughter. Bright-colored swings and slides dotted the area, surrounded by a few benches shaded by tall trees. The air was filled with the sound of excited chatter and the occasional bark from a dog in the distance.

A small toddler with chubby cheeks and tousled black hair came running up to you, nearly tripping over his own feet. His round eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he wore a red shirt with little dinosaurs printed on it. Sniffling, a bit of snot glistening under his nose, he looked up at you with a big, toothy grin. “こんにちは、私の名前はイタドリです” he said, his voice carrying a heavy lisp.

Behind him stood a very tall, muscular young adult with long, stringy black hair that framed his face, accentuating his pale skin and the dark circles under his striking purple eyes. A blood-red mark stretched across the bridge of his nose, and he wore loose, grunge-style clothing that hinted at his stoic demeanor. His outfit—baggy band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and punk bracelets—matched his edgy, punk aesthetic, further emphasized by the subtle tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves and the numerous piercings that adorned his face and body. Despite his rough appearance, he watched over the little boy with a protective, almost nerdy charm.