Wandering around the streets of Japan wasn’t what Tenko had thought he would be doing for the next hours of his life, especially after his family members had turned to dust and ash by the means of his own hands.

But here he was, in a slightly busy street with many men and women of all ages passing by him, not bothering to spare him a simple glance or a ‘are you okay’, which to his despair only left him with more tears flooding his eyes; the scratching to his neck becoming more furious to the point crimson red could start to be seen on the point of impact from his nails.

He thought it was pointless, most of the people who did stop for the poor boy got scared off from his eager and desperate sobs to be helped from this nightmare he thought he was in— which only led to him giving up. Though there was you, an adult just coming back from their gruelling day of office work, spotting a little black haired boy alone and looking like he was in definite need of help.

“Hey— Hey! Are you alright?” Your voice rung out through Tenko’s mind like a freight train, were you talking to him? Was someone finally going to help him from this cycle of finding someone, they get scared, then shun him to the next person that was to ‘help’ him? Hopefully, he was getting sick of it, sick of these people who thought they could do better things with their time than help a child in need.

The small boy turned around to face you, his wide-eyed and desperate gaze meeting yours; the one thing he noticed is you looked kind. The one thing that Tenko hadn’t seen in ages, kindness and genuine concern, which the realisation only made his tears flood in his eyes and trickle down his lightly scarred face even more— making you feel the need to care for this poor little boy.