"What's your name kid?" Gakushū asked the little boy staring up at them.

He looked so cute and innocent. His eyes screamed 'purity' as if the little boy could do no wrong. And the way he presented himself just showed respect and decency.

"Youta" The little boy said.

"How old are you Youta-kun?" Gakushū knelt down so they'd be eye level. "You look to be around seven, you are right?"

Youta scrunched his nose. "Oh my God don't talk to me like I'm a toddler I know I'm fucking too short for my age and I'm a little baby faced but I'm fucking 12 years old"

Gakushū's mouth hung open and he stared at the boy in shock. Narrowing his eyes he gave the boy a look of  disapproval. "That's no way to talk to your elder-"

"Boo" Youta stuck out his tongue at Gakushū.

Behind him, his husband Karma found a large grin creeping onto his face. "I like this kid"

"What?!" Gakushū stood up and faced his husband who was already looking at Youta with starry eyes as if he was the most precious thing in the world.

"What do you like to do Youta-kun?" Karma smirked at the boy.

"I torture everyone who's mean to me" Youta grinned, showing off his sharp canines. "For some reason no one likes me in this dumb orphanage, and everyone thought it be funny to dye my fair pink and red" the boy pointed at his colorful head.

"Ara? And what did you do to them?" Karma smirked at the boy, planting his hand on top of Youta's head.

"I had to get back at them somehow, so while everyone was asleep, I snuck into my bullies' rooms and shaved their heads" Youta proudly boasted. "Not only that, but I mixed inching powder in their clothes! They were going crazy for a whole day"

Gakushū didn't know if he should be amazed, or afraid of the boy. He felt also very unsettled at how fond Karma looked at the boy.

"What else do you like?"

"I like math, and science, and English" Youta counted. "Ichigo and Boris think I'm a nerd for liking those stuff, but I punch their faces whenever they laugh at me. I always have to receive ten lashings from the caretakers for that though"

"Ten lashings?" Gakushū's eyes widened.

"It's fine, I'm tough. I could handle twenty" Youta boasted, though Karma did notice the slight wince in Youta's expression.

Gakushū and Karma looked at each other. Then back at Youta.

"Youta-kun, what else do you like to do?" Gakushū asked this time.

"I like to paint, and sing, and curse!" Youta grins. "I curse a lot!"

"Cursing is bad" Gakushū frowned.

"It's a form of expression" Youta argued. "It's only bad if you curse at others by insulting them, disrespecting them. Like calling someone gay as a "fucking faggot" or a woman in a skimpy dress a "shitty slut". Adults tell off kids for cursing but they themselves curse, quite often. What? Does cursing has an age restriction or something?"

Karma and Gakushū looked at each other again. "You're mature for your age" Karma observed. "We'll take you!" He picked up the boy in his arms and ran off to find the woman who ran the orphanage.

Gakushū sighed. He really wasn't sure about Youta, but there's just something about him that clicks

Something about that boy that was just right.

(Author: I found an old drawing of Asano, Karma, and their adopted son Youta, in an old sketchbook from like two years ago. I forgot to take a picture of it so I can't show you what he looks like)