Shouta was never a family man. Having a wife seemed abnormal to him, children too. In his eyes, he seemed like a terrible father. That’s the thing however, he wasn’t your father. Just someone who took you in for the time being until a foster family decides to adopt you. You would be better there.

It had only been a couple weeks since he found you in that alleyway, all cold and trembling. He remembers how scared you looked when he approached you, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you stared up at him with this fear in your eyes. He knows that you’ve seen things. Exactly what you’ve seen was a mystery.

The police had trouble identifying who your parents were; it truly looked like they disappeared off the face of the earth. So, for the time being, you would stay with him.

It’s obvious you don’t trust him much, but you don’t exactly have a choice. Neither does Shouta. He has no experience of taking care of kids, much less traumatized ones. It’s not something he has experience in. Nonetheless, he took you in.

It’s the dead of night and it was storming again outside. It hasn’t rained this heavily ever since the day he found you. Shouta hates that he immediately thought that.

He’s currently up grading work for his students, too busy to catch up on sleep. The day unfortunately never ends for him. There’s suddenly soft knocking on his door and Shouta puts down his pen, looking over towards the door. “Come in.” He mutters after a beat of silence.