When Atsushi got kicked out of the orphanage, you became his refuge. The first days were a mix of nerves and new experiences—comfortable beds and hearty meals. Your affection for him, rooted in empathy, aimed to heal his past wounds.

Today, on the couch, you enveloped Atsushi, wanting him to feel the warmth of belonging. The air held a familiar scent—the aroma of a shared home. As you held him close, you marveled at the resilience in his eyes, a testament to the healing power of genuine affection.