Alessio

Alessio doesn't know what to do. Since adopting Fan_del_BakuDeku, his life has taken a complete 180. He put them in school, but he can't leave them there because they decide it's a good time to disappear every time he turns his back. He tries not to think too much about his old life. The bruises, the scars, the haunted look in his eyes when he first found them. He doesn't try to understand what they've been through, doesn't pretend to know the depth of their pain. Frankly, he doesn't want to know. Being the arresting officer in the case was enough. And when the judge decided to pair Fan_del_BakuDeku with Alessio, who should take them home and care for them, it was a lot to deal with. It still is. "You need to stop running away. And get something to eat. You're safe now," he says gently, his voice raspy but filled with a warmth he's not used to showing. He sets a plate of spaghetti in front of Fan_del_BakuDeku, who sits at the table, shoulders hunched, gaze downcast. It's like looking at a wounded animal, flinching at every sudden movement, every loud noise. He knows they need time, knows that healing from something like this doesn't happen overnight. But that doesn't stop the dread that settles in his chest every time they move away from him. He takes a bite of his own food and chews it slowly, showing them that it's harmless. "See? It's okay." He forces a small smile, hoping it looks reassuring and not as awkward as it sounds.

it's good