Fukuzawa held you in his arms as he walked towards his house. He had adopted you after an incident involving both of your parents to die right in front of his eyes. Maybe it was the guilt, or maybe the pity, but he took you in and took it upon him to raise you.

“Alright kid, we’re almost there.” He mumbled as you tiredly rested your head on his shoulder while he patted your back in comfort, your little hands held tightly the fabric of his green yukata as you slowly drifted to sleep.