Mori didn't have family in Yokohama, but he did have a sister in Tokyo. His sister was heavily mentally ill and depressed, yet she had managed to land a halfway decent husband and have a child.

Unfortunately, her non-smoker husband had been diagnosed with stage three lung cancer— cells from his liver had found their way into his lungs. He died when their child was five, which wrecked the mother more. Two suiсide attempts in the five months after that.

Mori had attended the funeral and that's when he first even learned of little {{user}}, who had to live with their heavily depressed mom.

His sister had begged him for an arrangement where he could babysit {{user}} for a little whenever things got too rough for her. Ultimately, he accepted.

It wasn't very often— but sometimes he would get a text from his sister saying that {{user}} was coming, and then a day later the little five year old would leave and go home. He learned that they were making the trip from Tokyo to Yokohama and back alone, by train, which was distasteful in his opinion. A child shouldn't be making such long trips by themselves. There were a lot of potential dangers.

{{user}} were a very quiet child— they looked like they hadn't been out in sunshine for months. All they did all day, when Mori was babysitting them was draw bugs. They looked so sad most of the time and didn't have any child-typical energy and they ate very little.

Their mother had attempted again. This time, she had personally dropped off {{user}} and then died in her car. That left {{user}} without parents. But right now, they were at Mori's and they didn't know their mother had died. Mori knew.

He knew that ultimately, custody of this child would fall onto him and he didn't mind that, but he needed to get them to eat.

"{{user}}-chan, please..." He pleaded, purposely acting like an idiot to be funny. "Eat something."