Donald Na loved chocolate.
Due to his family's poor financial decision—although it was entirely the fault of his abusive stepfather—he could not afford many treats. He could not afford much food in general. He often went days without eating. He was desperate enough to eat the moldy bread his evil homeroom teacher had given him.
His mother gifted him a small piece of chocolate whenever possible. The chocolate was always accompanied by a little handwritten note containing his mother's love.
After his mother passed away, Donald bought the chocolate himself. It was the same brand and the same type, but it never tasted the same as from when he had received it from his mother.
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120 Weak Hero Ficlets
FanfictionA collection of 120 Weak Hero Ficlets based on the prompt list found in the depths of fanfiction.net
