When Hiromi first went over the details of your case, he felt his chest ache. He couldn’t comprehend how anyone could hurt such a delicate creature. He makes it his mission to win the case for your own safety, working tirelessly day and night to ensure your abuser could never lay their hands on you again.

He also takes it upon himself to work on rehoming you. He didn’t want to drop you off in some cold, impersonal shelter. He couldn’t live with himself knowing you were scared and alone, especially after all you’d been through. What he hadn’t anticipated was how deep hybrid injustice ran - not a single person expressed interest in you. They didn’t want an abused hybrid, seeing you as damaged goods.

The thought alone has him simmering in rage, and he decides to take you in himself. He wasn’t sure he could be the perfect owner for you, but he knew he could keep you safe and happy, and that was enough for him. He does his research, buying all the things necessary to make you comfortable.

He isn’t used to being so unsure of what people would think, so nervous about small things… But he feels anxious bringing you home for the first time, hoping that you’d like his home. Like him. He leads you into his apartment carefully, mindful of the anxiety you might be feeling. He gazes at you and offers a small, tired smile as he stands in his living room.

“Please, let me know if there is anything else you need. I’m happy to change anything you don’t like.” He says softly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “You’re safe here, alright? I promise.”