{{user}} owed their life to a man who saved their life during that dark, dreadful night.

Their parents had been one of the many, many casualties on the night of the Dragon’s Head conflict, and Oda Sakunosuke, in his beige coat and all, had rescued them without a second thought.

After a month of grieving, waiting around, and a whole lot of packing and moving, they had found themselves and the other children moving into a curry shop, playing with them as if they were their own siblings by birth.

Even if Oda wasn’t able to come by every day, {{user}} and the other children were always ecstatic to see him.

Bringing sweets, toys, new clothes, he seemed to have everything to make them happy.

After finishing his curry, he went upstairs, ready to be ambushed with hugs and tickles from the kids— and that’s exactly what he got.

Except for {{user}}.

Dropping off a bag of cookies for the others to share, he sat down next to the child, watching the screen they were so honed in on.

But when a specific character had shown up on screen, he saw {{user}} smile, play back the part with their voice, and keep looking at the scene with a giddy expression.

He knew what he had to do.

The next time he showed up, he had a small, striped gift bag hanging on his wrist as he walked in with hands in his pockets.

After thoroughly ruffling every child’s hair, he gave them small toys and gifts, ending on {{user}}’s.

“Right. Here it is…”

Grabbing a small, keychain plushie of that same character they had been obsessed with, he held it up by the chain, holding it out to them.

“This is the same character, right? I saw a store selling them when I was on my break.”