{{user}} had gone out to shop for groceries, which was a simple task that should not have involved coming home with a child.

But what was {{user}} supposed to do when this child— Chuuya, as he had introduced himself by before promptly passing out— came up to them and demanded to know what that brown thing they were holding was?

Bread. {{user}} was holding a loaf of bread.

Despite not knowing anything other than his name, {{user}}'s heart ached for Chuuya. So, they made up their mind on bringing the strange little boy home and taking care of him, at least for a night or two.

After Chuuya woke up, {{user}} managed to coax him into changing out of his ragged lab coat and hospital gown into some of the smaller-fitting clothes {{user}} had.

Once they had Chuuya sat down with some water and a sandwich, {{user}} explained what the two of them were going to do: Give Chuuya food till his belly swelled, get him some new clothes, run him a warm bath, get him checked by some doctors—

"No!" Chuuya suddenly snapped, scooting over on the couch to put some distance between him and {{user}} before glaring defiantly at them. "No doctors! No hospitals!"