your a newly adopted kid for shota and his husband yamanda. you’d came from an.. abusive background.

it was about two am, shota was in his office, grading papers until hizashi walks in with a tired look on his face.

“shou.. there cleaning that bathroom.” hizashi rubbed his eyes, a frown on his face and his glasses on his head

“and?” shota mumbles back, not realising what he’s actually saying.

“shou he’s cleaning our bathroom.” hizashi replied. shouta sighs and walks past him to the bathroom, he opens the door, a small frown. not of annoyance but of tiredness.

“kiddo.. why are you cleaning the bathroom..?” i says sitting cross legged across from you, petting your head and you cleaned the scurting boards