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“Hitoshi Shinso, he’s eleven years old, a bit of a…troubled kid.,” The pair of men nodded in understanding, “He’s been kicked out of most of his foster homes because of his behavior…” Hizashi shook his head, “We deal with high school students every day, we can handle a bratty kid.” The social worker shrugged before opening a door leading to a very small waiting room. She opened the door open for the men to enter before her, when they had walked through the door the woman closed it, locking it behind her.
Within the room there was a small boy, he looked up at the adults with a furrowed brow, “Hitoshi you have some guests.” Announced the social worker, “Sorry he’s so shy.” Neither Shouta or Hizashi were very bothered by the kid not wanting to talk, they exchanged a quick glance, ‘the case worker was a bit much.’
“Hitoshi, would you mind telling Yamada-San and Aizawa-San about yourself?” Hitoshi looked a bit annoyed at the prospect of having to tell two random adults about himself, but he opened his mouth to reply regardless. “I’m Shinso Hitoshi. I’m turning twelve this year.”
Hizashi awkwardly looked over at Shouta before asking as politely as he could, “Can we have some alone time with Shinso?” The woman shrugged, “I don’t see why not. Just come get me when you’re ready.” She eyed the boy across the room precariously before continuing, “I’ll leave you to him.” She drawled before closing the door.
Shouta took a seat on the bench, facing the boy, “Hey Shinso,” The boy continued to look down at the ‘oh-so’ entertaining floor, “I’m Hizashi and this is Shouta, we’re going to be taking care of you for the next couple of months or so. Does that sound alright buddy?” The kid shrugged, he didn’t seem too excited about getting out of the group home.
“Well…” began shouta before eying the kid’s already packed duffle bag on the bed behind him, “we’re supposed to do some activities together before officially being your new fosters, but they did give us the option to take you back now, only if you want.” Shinso shrugged again, ‘Glowing with enthusiasm.’ Noted Shouta.
“If you don’t want to move in just yet we’d at least like it if you at least came over a few times before settling in with us!”, Hizashi chirped at the kid.
“I can come now.” Replied Shinso, still not bothering to look up at the two adults in the room, he picked at his skin, awaiting a reply.
“If that’s what you want then we’ll take you with us now!” Shinso stood up, duffle bag in hand, “Let’s go.” The kid began marching towards the door before either of the adults had even processed the kid’s sentence.
Hizashi and Shouta looked over at each other before following the kid out the door. “Shinso, we have to check you out before we go, alright?”
The kid looked back at them, stopped and turned a corner, if the couple hadn’t just come from the front office they surely would’ve thought that the kid was trying to run away from them.
“Aizawa, Yamada,” Stated the secretary as the three of them stepped into the room, “And…Shinso? Is that right, sweetheart?” The blonde woman smiled over at the kid before typing something on her laptop, “And did you two already check him out with Takahashi-San?”
Hizashi shook his head, “I don’t know where she went, I’m sorry.” “Ooorhhhh.” The woman nodded before typing something else on her computer, “Well her office is just back behind the doors and I just saw her go in there.”
Hizashi nodded, “Ok,” he sauntered over to the wooden door, knocked and then opened it, “I’ll be back in just a minute ok?” Shinso hopped onto a chair, tired from his walk down the hallway. “It’ll only be a minute.” Stated Shouta, hoping to ease the kid’s nerves, he was surely nervous, under his shell.
Hitoshi thought that rich people were weird. Why would they buy a whole house if there was only going to be two people living in it? Hitoshi clutched the strap of his bag a bit tighter as he followed the two men up the walkway to their house.
The house was nice enough, the outside of the house had a nice garden, although it was a bit overgrown. Hitoshi thought that during summer break if he had any time to himself, he would spend his time outside, maybe reading, or just enjoying the sun.
He quickly shook off the thought, ‘Summer break is ages away. You probably won’t even make it that long.’
Hitoshi watched the blonde guy unlock the door and beckon him and the black haired guy inside the house. “Alright!” The blonde clasped his hands together, “Want a house tour? Something to eat?” Hitoshi shrugged again, keeping his back pressed up against the door.
Hitoshi watched the black haired man’s eyes trail down to his shoes, “You can take off your shoes.” The man said, pointedly, Hitoshi kicked off his shoes, ‘I was gonna if you just waited…’
“I’m sure you’re probably tired right now,”
Wrong.
“But I want to show you around the house so that you can get to the bathroom and the kitchen and my bedroom if you need anything.”
Sounds like a barrel of laughs.
“Is that ok?” Hitoshi just shrugged. He found that indifference was the key to success as a foster kid, the fosters themselves might get frustrated but it was better than accidentally saying something that would piss them off. Hitoshi had shrugged his was through his last two placements and it worked just fine for him.
“Ok, it’ll just take a minute.” The black haired adult started shuffling to the kitchen, he pointed at the table, “This is the kitchen, all we really ask is that you sit down and eat dinner with us whenever you can. If you want to go out to eat with friends or don’t feel like eating at the table just let us know beforehand ok?”
The louder man waltzed over to the cabinet before opening a cupboard door dramatically, “Please eat as many snacks as you want! If there’s something that you like, that we don’t have, let one of us know and we’ll try to pick it up for you the next time we’re at the store, ok buddy?”
Hitoshi nodded, trying to show his understanding, but his mind was reeling. ‘As many snacks as I want?! Rich people are insane. How do they pay rent if they’re spending all their money on snacks?’
Hitoshi quickly looked over at louder adult, snapping out of his headspace. The man was saying something about washing dishes and chores. The kid didn’t need an introduction to clearing his plate, hell, he was practically an unlicensed, eleven year old janitor with the years of experience he had doing his foster’s chores.
“While we’re in the kitchen, is there anything in particular you want to eat for dinner tonight?” Hitoshi just shrugged, the blonde smiled softly at the kid in front of him, “We’re completely willing to get takeout from your favorite restaurant!”
Hitoshi noticed the quick glare from the ravenhead, aimed at the blonde. Hitoshi didn’t know what the man had glared at the other for, but he wanted to think that it was to tell him to lay off the pestering.
Distantly Hitoshi heard the sound of a tiny bell, he must have perked up because he was immediately informed of Bastard’s presence by his new fosters.
“He’s our oldest but he’s definitely the affectionate one of the pack.” Blondie smiled before interrupting his black haired friend, “If you want we can go find him some treats so you can feed him!”
Hitoshi was stuck on the usage of the word “pack”, just how many damned cats were there?!
He wasn’t complaining, he loved cats, but having to scoop up their shit and clean up their messes had to be the worst part of living with them. He bet that most of his interactions with the cats would just be wiping up their vomit.
Next he was brought to the living room, “TV, we have books and board games, and a wii, just try to do your homework before playing around with any of this stuff.” Hitoshi looked up at the two adults just in time for them to make direct eye contact with both of them.“If you need help ask either of us! We’re both teachers!”
Most of his past fosters didn’t really care about his grades, so long as he was passing. They mostly just wanted a high tech vacuum cleaner that dispensed money every so often.
Hitoshi shrugged again, hoping that he could just get this mtv cribs segment over with.