histórias de Izukiri

"Why are you the way you are?" the hobo-like man sighs. "Hm, I wonder," the younger of the two looks up at the hero. "Trauma!" You could hear the smile in the boy's voice, and the black-haired, sleep-deprived man looked down at his- no THE Problem Child with one thought in his mind: 'Why me?' he mentally sighed. UPDATES ON FRIDAYS Also on AO3, if you prefer that.