Being an adoptive parent is hard. Taking in a child who looked prestigious and well-behaved the first time you got them. And as time goes on, they show their true colors. Ruthless, loudmouth and annoying tantrums are what they have in store.
But do...
Daddy's gonna buy you a Mockingbird. I'ma give you the world I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you. I'll do anything for you to see you smile
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"where is Arakawa Kou's room?" A man asked the staff behind the front desk who was typing away on her computer. "Are you related to him by any chance?" The lady looked at the man with suspecting stare.
"I'm his friend, I heard he got beat up so I came to check how he's doing" The man's tone was calm and collected but inside, he was cringing by just saying the word 'friend'
The lady looked at the man up and down, her eyes landed on a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a fruit basket. She assumed that he really didn't mean any harm. So, she nodded.
"he's in room 046"
"thank you, dear" the man gave the lady his killer smile which made her heart skip a beat. He turned his body and proceeded to go in the direction of the room.
The silver packer indicated the room he was supposed to go in. Swiftly, he made his way inside the room to find a man resting on the hospital bed.
His visible bruises and casts were blatantly obvious he got the short end of the stick. His face was battered, full of bandages. He could almost feel bad for the latter. Almost.
The man who entered the room, M/n. He placed the basket of fruits on the table beside the bed, the delectable fruits were gleaming under the light coming from the window.
He grabs himself a chair to sit on and a knife to peel the apple. "I can vaguely remember the time I was in a hospital bed after I picked a fight with an adult back then..." M/n blurted out, seemingly chuckling at the memory.
His condition was rare. It might even sound like a superpower to others, But it's not. It's more like a curse for the lad. Because of his condition, he was unable to feel pain, which sucks since he wouldn't know if he sprained an ankle, or if he has a broken bone.
So, he made sure to have a check-up every week to make sure there wasn't any serious injury that might bite him in the ass when it's too late.
M/n delicately handled the apple like a vulnerable object that can shatter, peeling off its red outer skin to reveal its yellow core. "Hey, it's about time you wake up, hm? I have two sons to attend to after this" As if the injured could hear him, he began to move.
