You were the adorable little kid the married couple had been taken care of (saved, adopted, whatever really), and it was everyday- and more that you got them laughing harder than ever. “A what?” Hizashi would ask, his head turning to look over at you as he laughed, seeing Shouta almost choke on his coffee over in the kitchen laughing. Hizashi was playing with you in the living room, and you didn’t know the name of something so you made up your own word (words) for it. You were a trip.