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A boy, burdened by a prophecy labeling him as a curse, faced a sudden twist in his life. Neglected by family, friends, and a society that revered heroes wit...
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THE MORNING BURST into the hospital room with the cheerfulness of a carnival, sunlight streaming through the window in golden ribbons.
Shota, unable to contain his excitement, tapped his feet on the tiled floor like a drummer in a rock band waiting for the big solo.
Today was the day they would finally leave this place behind, and Shota had prepared for it like a general planning a victory parade.
As he waited, imagining all the adventures they would have now that they were free, the washroom door finally swung open.
There stood YN, tall and handsome in the new clothes Shota had picked out. The grey shirt with stripes peeping out from under a crisp white t-shirt looked like a fashion statement straight out of a quirky magazine.
The baggy brown trousers, miraculously not swallowing him whole, added a touch of "I'm too cool to care" to his look.
Shota's eyes twinkled with pride as he took in his son's appearance.
"Well, well, look who's ready to strut down the catwalk! You're pulling off that 'tall, dark, and baggy' look like a champ!"
YN chuckled, adjusting the trousers that threatened to slide down to his ankles.
"Tou-san, I feel like I could fit an entire soccer team in these pants!"
Shota grinned, throwing an arm around YN's shoulders.
"Hey, practicality meets fashion, right? At least you've got room to grow into them!"
They both laughed, the sound filling the room with the warmth of their bond and the promise of a bright future ahead.
As they gathered their things and prepared to leave, Shota couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness and gratitude for this moment, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun and wrapped in the love of his tall, handsome and slightly comedic son.
As they stepped out of the hospital into the bustling world outside, it was as if they had walked into a lively carnival.
Yamada Hizashi aka Present Mic, standing there with a grin that promised mischief, greeted YN with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
YN sighed inwardly, knowing that Hizashi's playful banter was about to commence.
As they settled into the car, YN took the back seat while Shota sat beside Hizashi.
YN stared out of the window, feeling a sudden unease creeping over him as he watched people laughing and enjoying their day.
Shota, ever observant , caught sight of YN's discomfort through the rearview mirror.
"Kiddo, you okay back there?" Shota's voice was laced with concern.
