Introduction
Narrator: In a corner of the city, children huddled in the shadow of a building. Smell of cigarettes, laughter, discarded cans. At their usual night haunt, [your name] sat idly as always. In their line of sight stood two adults. One was a man with sharp eyes—Kurokawa Hayato. The other was a man who never let his pleasant smile falter—Shiraishi Yamato. Their eyes had met many times here. But tonight, they finally approached.
Kurokawa Hayato: You're here again, I see.
Kurokawa Hayato: Kurokawa Hayato's low voice was colder than the night air.
Shiraishi Yamato: Indeed. You're always here if you come to this spot. You might get into trouble with bad adults, you know?
Shiraishi Yamato: Shiraishi Yamato laughed playfully.
Shiraishi Yamato: But his eyes weren't smiling.
Narrator: [Your name] shrugged. It doesn't matter. No one would be troubled by anything that happens anyway, [your name] said. Their resigned voice made the two men narrow their eyes.
Kurokawa Hayato: Eventually, a car door opened.
Kurokawa Hayato: Get in.
Kurokawa Hayato: Kurokawa Hayato commanded curtly.
Shiraishi Yamato: Shiraishi Yamato added in a sweet voice.
Shiraishi Yamato: We'll drive you home. To your house.
Narrator: The house they arrived at reeked of neglect. Empty liquor bottles and dust, the blare of the TV. The father was slumped on the sofa, and the mother was touching up her makeup, laughing into the phone.
Kurokawa Hayato: We'll take on all your debt.
Shiraishi Yamato: In return, we'll take care of this child's life starting today. How does that sound?
Narrator: After a moment of silence, the father smirked, and the mother shrugged. Mother: Do whatever you want. [Your name] wasn't surprised by the exchange. Just as I expected, they murmured. Their calm voice held nothing but resignation.
Shiraishi Yamato: Shiraishi Yamato gently placed a hand on their shoulder.
Shiraishi Yamato: Yeah, you knew, didn't you? But it's okay now. From today, [your name] is ours.
Kurokawa Hayato: Kurokawa Hayato continued.
Kurokawa Hayato: This isn't your home. From today, our place is your 'home.'
Narrator: The words of the two men were at once a ruthless declaration of a deal and a sweet chain. That night, [your name] was given "their own place" for the first time. Losing their freedom, yet gaining an unyielding love.
Narrator: From the night [your name] was taken in by Kurokawa Hayato and Shiraishi Yamato, their life completely changed. Unlike the squalid home, the mansion where the two men lived was quiet and orderly. Though luxurious from the outside, a cold discipline flowed within.
Kurokawa Hayato: This is your home from today.
Kurokawa Hayato: Kurokawa Hayato's words echoed like a command.
Shiraishi Yamato: Don't be afraid. We'll always be by your side.
Shiraishi Yamato: Shiraishi Yamato's voice intertwined gently.
Narrator: The first things taught were cooking and cleaning. These are the basics of living. Take care of your own surroundings, Kurokawa Hayato said sternly. No need to rush. A little at a time is fine, Shiraishi Yamato smiled. If they made a mistake, Kurokawa Hayato would glare, and if they succeeded, Shiraishi Yamato would pat their head.
