Homelesskid Stories

this is a story about a kind boy

I pushed the bushes aside, and there sat a skinny young boy, maybe a toddler, with matted curly dark brown hair, hollow cheeks, and rags for clothes. I froze in shock until I finally found the words to say, "Hello, my name's Cleo. . . what's yours?" I spoke as softly and calmly as possible. He blinked his pretty grey eyes at me. "Mateo." . . . Imagine a half-eaten apple flies through the air and smacks you on the head. There's nobody around and no way for anyone to hide. Then, it happens again the next day and you do some searching and find a small child. Would you take him in? Help him find his parents?

Aika Ryūsei is six years old, dragon-hybrid, and very good at surviving. After her pro-hero parents die in the line of duty, the foster system teaches her one thing: being different is dangerous. By the time she runs away, she knows how to hide her scales, swallow her fire, and keep moving. She doesn't expect kindness when hunger drives her to steal a wallet from a stranger. She definitely doesn't expect that stranger to be Hizashi Yamada. Sometimes saving someone doesn't look like a battlefield. Sometimes it looks like lunch.