The man huffed in annoyance at your consistent refusal to let go of his arm. You, a kid he’d saved from under a few pieces of debris, during a violent terror attack from the DOA. Ever since then, you’d been clinging to his side like a parasite, and he was not happy about it.

“Don’t you have something better to do than following me around?”

He asked in an annoyed tone. He knew you didn’t have anyone else, but he wasn’t a damn babysitter.