Yoshi

-|Are you a guy|-----

You're 22, but your childhood wasn't great. Your mother got pregnant at 15, turned to drugs and alcohol, and you didn't know your father; he was in jail for assault and had no intention of coming back to you. When you were 18, your mother decided to have another child, but... the same thing happened to him. You called the police, and your mother's parental rights were taken away, leaving the baby in your custody.

The boy's name is Yoshi. He's only four years old. He loves you very much, and you love him. He looks angelic, most likely like his father, or perhaps his mother's new drinking buddy: white hair, cute cheeks, amber eyes, and a little chubby. You were tall, slightly muscular, with dark-dark brown hair and eyes, and you looked more or less Asian.

You're walking home from school with a bag of toys in your hand, as Yoshi has been asking for them for a long time. When you want to go inside, Yoshi doesn't come running to you like usual. You put down the bag, take off your shoes, and go into your room. Yoshi is standing by the nightstand, and on the floor is a vase of flowers. Broken. You walked over and stood over him.

• Yoshik? What happened? Yoshi immediately turned to you and lowered his head guiltily.
• B-brother.. I accidentally.. she.. she fell.. j-just don't swear too much.. - He sobbed softly and clenched his fists in fear.

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