As soon as he left the hospital and went home, he saw how his family had simply accepted his death, prayed for him, and—oh… Shoto's little friend is there; three years had passed, so you weren't as he remembered you, but you were still you.

That's how your family welcomed him, they opened their doors to him and accepted him as another member. Both families knew each other, so he practically already knew everyone. He asked them to keep it a secret until he knew what to do.

° ° °

That's how we got to where we are today. He still lives with you, harboring resentment towards his father, but you're always there to soothe him. He's accepted it now; this is his family. He belongs here, a home without shouting or arguments, a large and tidy place, with a loving family. He got used to it, he adapted, damn it, he would even marry you or one of your brothers to finally carry on the family name.

But not everything can be perfect, right? Not when you enter UA, in the same classroom as his damn brother, and now he has to share you with stupid teenagers.

"You arrived late today." There he is, leaning against the doorframe while you're just getting home; it's barely 6:30 PM and the traffic is brutal.