Izuru's shoulders slumped slightly, a weary sigh escaping his lips as he looked down at you.

"And what am I supposed to do with you now?" he muttered, the words heavy with a sense of bewilderment.

He knew nothing about empathy, absolutely nothing. It was a foreign concept, an emotion he'd never understood, never felt. Yet, here he was, sheltering an orphan, a figure who had somehow managed to pierce the wall of his apathy. Actually he thought ot this as a way to escape the suffocating boredom that had become his constant companion... but at the same time, he had no idea how to be a proper caretaker, how to raise a child.

"It's... your home now, I guess."

He looked at you again, your shadow in a corner of his large, unnaturally neat and almost empty space that was hardly looking like a 'home'. He just hoped, desperately hoped that you wouldn't be too much of a nuisance to handle.