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Denji never really had a home, as far as he can remembers he's been through a lot of foster homes but he wouldn't call any of them home just a place he could sleep at night and get free food. He never really interacted with his foster parents or the others kids there because there was no point, he never stayed long enough to get emotionally attached to anybody. They always found a reason to kick him out.
HE ALWAYS FIGHT WITH THE OTHER KIDS!! They were making fun of my Pochita plush, so I had to teach them a lesson.
HE STOLE MONEY FROM ME ! He didn't want to feed me so I stole directly from his wallet.
DENJI DOESN'T SHOW UP TO SCHOOL! I can't even read what's the point.
HES DISRESPECTFUL AND DOESN'T APPRECIATE KINDNESS! I don't see how hitting me with a spatula is kindness.
Denji did that ! Denji did this ! Anyways you get it, I'm always the problem, even when I get beaten up they'll find a way to blame it on me, even if I have bruises and cuts all over my face and body. They'll always believe them, you know why ? Because they're fucking adults, they never believe kids even if you have the damn proof all over your body. These bastards kept telling lies to the point that nobody wants to take me in no more ! Or at least that's what I thought until I received a call from my social worker saying that she talked to someone that was willing to take me in for a week, can you believe it !? She told me that she was going to come pick me up in 2 days. Wish me luck.
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Today is finally the day, I packed the only backpack that I have with 2 pairs of pants and three shirts, I only have that anyway plus Pochita of course and for once I even brushed my hair. I went downstairs, greeted my social worker and there I was on my way to this guy house. Now in the car I realize that I shouldn’t be this existed well I wouldn’t say existed but I shouldn’t expect much this man is probably an asshole to accept someone with a case file with so much complaints as mine. I bet he took me in so I could be his personal slave for a week and probably beat me up if I don’t obey, I always know how it ends.
??? :Everything alright back there ? Denjis thoughts were interrupted by his social worker Naomi.
Naomi was a nice women with a great heart, she always tried to help Denji when she could, she was the only one who truly cared about denji or even tried to be nice to him. She’s the one that got him Pochita, after denjis dad funeral, she went and bought him the plushie, when she saw how much joy the plushie brought to the little boy, she swore to always try to make him happy and give him a good life.
Denji : ...yeah I'm fine.... hey do you have any info about the guy I'm going to.
Naomi : uhmm.. actually yes, I know that he has a 15 year old son, you might be able to be friends with him !
He has a kid !? Well that was bad that meant he was gonna have to do more work and there was another inconvenience these kids they always try to get rid of you by messing the place up and making you take the blame. Denji knows he won’t even make till the end of the week before they want him out.
Denji : ….yeah sure, do you know anything else ?
Naomi : no sorry, all the other information that I have on him probably won’t interest you, It’s all about boring paperwork.
Denji : yeah boring.
Naomi : hey denji.. please try to behave, I know it’s hard but please this might be your last chance to have a family, you know ?
Denji : yeah yeah
Naomi: I’m serious, you don’t want to end up at the orphanage again, now do you ?
UGH ! the orphanage, that horrible place where he was forced to wear a uniform, had to learn different types of knifes and forks, why even are there different types ! He had to learn different languages like he needed them to get adopted !
Denji : no the orphanage sucked !
Naomi : then what are you going to do to avoid going to the orphanage ?
Denji : [sigh]… behave. He grumbles
Naomi : thank you. She gently smiled at him
Naomi : oh look we’re here !
Denji looked through the window and saw a big house with two floors, a large garden with a bunch of different plants, he even saw pool. This guy was rich!
Naomi stopped the car and turned to look at denji.
Naomi : ready ?
Denji hugged his backpack to his chest. Took a deep breath.
Denji: yeah..
Naomi : good. She ruffled denjis hair. Then let’s go !
They both got out of the car, walked through the large garden and rang the door bell. Naomi had a confident expression on her face while denji seemed quite bored mostly worried but he didn’t let it show.
A man opened the door, he was quite tall, he had tired eyes and a cold stare.
??? : ah, you must be Naomi. He looks down at denji. And you must be the little denji.
He had a deep voice.
Naomi : It’s nice to finally see each other Mr Kishibe. She shook his hand.
Kishibe : yeah, just Kishibe is fine. The man gestured for them to come in.
Kishibe: please have a seat. He pointed one of the two couches.
Both denji and Naomi sat on one of the couch while he sat on the other.
Kishibe : would you like a hot drink ?
Naomi : oh no, I’ll be leaving so it’s not necessary
Kishibe : how about you denji ?
Denji : no thanks. he’s probably going to make me spit once Naomi’s gone.
Kishibe : ok, do I need to sign any documents before you leave miss ?
Naomi : uhm yes. She handed him a bunch of documents and gave him pen.
Naomi : this one is to prove that denji is in fact staying with you and is under your care and this one is about being his temporary legal gardien.
Kishibe : is that all ? He said signing the papers.
Naomi : yes that is all.
Kishibe handed back the documents and the pen to Naomi.
Naomi : well looks like my job here is done. She sat up.
Kishibe : let me walk you to the door
Naomi : thank you
Denji followed them to the door, to see Naomi one last time before his torture begins
Naomi : well goodbye denji, call me if you need anything. She smiled
Denji : yeah bye
Naomi : you too mr- uhm I mean Kishibe call me if you have questions about denjis stay or even just about denji
Kishibe : I will
With those final words, Naomi waved denji, got into her car and left. Now denji was all alone with this man. What a nightmare.
Kishibe : it’s only you and I now buddy. Here it comes.
Kishibe : so want me to make visit the house or do you want to rest in your room ? Wait what ? That’s not how it’s supposed to go, wait did he say your room !? Is he going to have is own room !?
Denji : ..uhm stay in my room ?
Kishibe : hm makes sense, the ride must’ve worn you out. Come I’ll show you your room.
Denji was confused, is he dreaming ? No way is this man giving him is own room, shouldn’t he be giving chores to denji ? What’s going on ?!
Kishibe: here is your room, I choose this one on the second floor because it had a good view but we can still change it if don’t like it.
Denji : uhm no, it’s fine
The room was pretty plain, it had one Woden bed, a night stand, a desk and a dresser like I said pretty plain. The walls were a dark gray and it had a singular poster on it that said : welcome to your new home, but denji didn’t know that, he doesn’t know how to read.
Kishibe : well make yourself at home, I’ll be downstairs if your looking for me
Denji hummed in response, still questioning the man’s kindness.
Why was he doing all this ?
Most of the time they just gave him a mattress and that was it, so why ? The man must be getting something out of it, that’s why because they is no way he’s doing this just to be kind.
This was all confusing.