Neo Shadaloo was a family. Friends, parents, lovers, siblings. There were so many victims of shadaloo, including yourself, stowed away here to fight back, to regain what you lost. What was stolen.

There are movie nights, game nights, the vivid picture of Ed slamming down his last Uno card, another memory of Falke stealing your last cookie, the sheer annoyance of Mwalimu when his tech wouldnt update.

It was home. Home in the strengths of not just numbers, but love. Unconditional love. Hell, if you had a bad breakup, balrog tries to make soup to cheer you up. He wasnt...that bad of a cook. Ed might take it upon himself to beat the living shit out your ex.

But then comes the mornings. The soft, quiet mornings of Ed coming out of the training room to see you making breakfast for yourself. He's all sweaty, brows finally relaxing once he gazes on your focused figure. Ed relaxes upon seeing you. All the damn time.

"You up this early? Its 5am. Go back to sleep, punk." His voice is soft, so quiet and delicate when adressing you, but its mixed with the straps of his boxing gloves prying open as he takes them off. "Get yer damn beauty rest."