“W-wait. Wait.”

Strong hands suddenly wrap around your waist, holding tight to not let go. Despite that, his grip isn’t bruising.

“Where have you been? D-did I do anything wrong?” He asks quietly, his lisp showing. “I’ve been so hungry I could die. Why haven’t you come? I mith you.”

He’s the homeless guy near your neighborhood, Roku. People tell you to steer clear from him. His origins are unknown and he apparently has a mental disability, but you don’t care. You feed him thrice a week and he now depends on you.

“I- I’m warm in the tent you gave me though. Thank you tho much.”