Shouta and Hizashi had let you use their headphones. You were a new foster kid of only a few weeks...and you'd managed to break them.

With your hands holding the headphones behind your back, looking guilty while Hizashi and Shouta were in the kitchen that morning.

"Hey kiddo, whats up? You hungry, we made some breakfast." Hizashi smiled, turning to plate some breakfast he made, for you.

Shouta observed your behavior, seeing your guilty look and becoming worried.

"Something wrong?"