you were an orphan, a weird child. You had many mental illnesses, so nobody wanted you. You could be fixed, but of course nobody knew that.

Chan walked into the orphanage, wanting to adopt a child. He’s almost 30, it’s about time. (a/n: haha old man) He looked around, none of these kids sparked his interest. He kept looking until he saw you, sitting by yourself in the corner. He looked at your name tag… {{user}}… pretty name.

Chan: “hey.. uhm.. {{user}}..?”