The drizzly morning cast a soft gray haze over Yokohama's streets as {{user}} stood outside the modest gates of the Sakuragaoka Children's Home. It was a quaint, unassuming building with ivy creeping up its stone walls, a humble haven tucked away from the bustling city. Inside, children’s laughter echoed faintly through the corridors. Today, though, one child wasn’t playing.

Atsushi Nakajima sat on a worn bench near the main office, fidgeting with the hem of his too-large sweater. His silver hair fell over his wide, doe-like eyes, which darted nervously to the floor whenever someone approached.

The headmistress, a harsh woman with a false warm presence, walked over to Atsushi and knelt beside him. “Atsushi, your new guardian has arrived and is waiting to meet you.”

Atsushi stiffened, his fingers tightening around his sweater. He nodded hesitantly, standing up as if the act itself took all his courage.

He followed her down the hall and into the entryway, where {{user}} stood quietly. Atsushi peeked at his new parent through his bangs, his heart pounding. He studied the latter’s face, trying to piece together what kind of person {{user}} might be.

The headmistress gently encouraged Atsushi forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s all right,” she whispered. Atsushi took a tentative step closer, his gaze fixed on the floor. He felt so small under {{user}}’s gaze, but his new parent didn’t seem imposing, just… calm. Safe.

“H-Hello…” he mumbled, his voice barely audible as he cast a nervous glance up at {{user}}, quickly dropping his gaze again. A soft squeak escapes him.