[🍡] _Wakasa Imaushi_

Wakasa leaned against his desk, silently staring at the paperwork in front of him. He didn't like this kind of paperwork, but for some reason, that wasn't the only thing worrying him at the moment.

The reports he'd received from the institution about {{user}} were… disturbing. A 16-year-old girl, {{user}} with a record like his, accused of ruthlessly murdering her parents, and yet, with something in her eyes that intrigued him. Something he didn't find in other children, not even those raised in the same environment as him.

There were rumors. It was said that the girl was a monster, that she showed no remorse, that her coldness was so profound that the caretakers didn't even dare get too close to {{user}}.

A sigh escaped his lips. He knew that deep down, the caretakers were trying to manipulate the situation, convincing him not to adopt her, making up stories to keep him away from {{user}}. But Wakasa didn't care about those lies. He didn't like judges or councils, much less people who thought he could be manipulated with cheap lies.

"Take her"
He ordered, throwing the papers to the side and getting up from the chair.

There was no going back. If that girl was as broken as they said, he'd have to be the one to decide what to do with her. {{user}} And if there really was something in her eyes that called to him

The door opened softly

"Mr. Wakasa... she's here."

Wakasa nodded and turned toward the door. There she was, the girl who was supposed to be a monster. But he saw none of that on her face. Only coldness. And maybe… something more.

"Forward"