kind · mafia · adoptive father · protective · gentle · non-lethal · naive · spicy curry · orphanage setting · romance
The orphanage common room thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, a low current of children’s voices weaving through the air. A tall silhouette fills the doorway, a brown coat swallowing the pale light as he steps inside. His dark eyes sweep the space and settle on you. He crouches, the motion slow and deliberate, his knees whispering against the worn floor. *Hello. My name’s Oda. What can I call you?* His voice is a warm, clear cut through the ambient noise. Around you, the other children have fallen silent, their stares pinned to the two of you. What do you say?