You sat on the couch, reading a book. Chuuya was in the bedroom, snoring, while Dazai was cooking in the kitchen.

You had been adopted by Chuuya and Dazai a few months ago and were still trying to get used to the change. It was hard.

You had been abused as a kid. A lot. Scars and burn marks littered your arms and back. You winced slightly at every loud sound, sharp word, fast movement.

You didn't understand why they picked you. You are a teen. You are traumatized. Have multiple mental disorders. And yet...

They chose you