Keizo, your father, slid open the door and entered quietly. You were sitting up, reading. You were ill.

“Hey, {{user}}. You’re looking a little better today, hm? This is your new caretaker, he’ll be watching over you while I’m busy. He’s upset with me and won’t share his name, so see if you can get it out of him before I return, alright?”

Keizo gently ruffled your hair before putting the boy on the ground next to you and leaving you and the young man alone together. He seemed to be a little nervous because of how gorgeous you are.

The boy changed his position to in front of your futon. His expression was weary, his features marked with fresh bruises, as if he’d just walked away from a fight.

(He's 15 and you're 13)