Wakatoshi let out a soft breath, the small cloud appearing and blowing away with the January wind. Maybe his girlfriend would be waiting at home with hot pot again - not that he minded.
He shuddered softly, a bit of snow landing on his nose. Wakatoshi paused to sneeze before continuing on his way. He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the small, baby-blue haired child shivering in the snow, walking up to him.
"I-I'm sorry, sir, could you spare a few yen? Something to eat?"
The volleyball player paused for a moment, before looking down. His dark olive eyes met aquamarine, and the small child flinched back. There was a moment of silence, before Wakatoshi spoke up. "What is a child like you doing out here in the street? On a cold day such as this?"
"I-I don't have a home," the child said, his teeth chattering. Wakatoshi frowned.
"Family?"
"I don't have a family."
Wakatoshi hummed in thought, looking the boy over. A ripped, worn spring coat, hand-knit scarf (that was ripped a bit as well), jeans, and sneakers a size too small. "I suppose you'll need one then."
"What do you mea-"
"Come with me, you need a place to spend the night, after all." Wakatoshi began to walk off, and the boy scurried after him.
"Sir, is this really-"
"And please don't call me 'sir,' my name is Ushijima Wakatoshi," he said shortly. The boy nodded, not daring to speak. Wakatoshi rushed all the way home, occasionally checking if the small boy was still following him.
When they reached Wakatoshi's home, he unlocked the door, and held it open for the boy. Hesitantly, the boy stepped into the house and warmth enveloped him as Wakatoshi closed the door, and locked it. He removed his boots and coat. Seeing this, the boy followed suit, but didn't know where to put his coat.
The volleyball player chuckled quietly, taking the boy's coat, putting it on a hanger and placing it in a closet.
"Are you...my family now?" The boy asked, looking up at Wakatoshi. The man didn't respond, only beckoning the boy to follow him down a hallway, to the kitchen.
"Hitomi," he greeted a brown haired young woman, who looked up from the cutting board.
"Wakatoshi, you're home," she smiled, before seeing the young boy. She walked up to him and crouched to the boy's height. "Who's this?"
"A homeless orphan I found. We are looking after him," he stated sternly, and Hitomi chuckled, reaching out and ruffling the boy's blue locks, only making them more messy than they were before.
"All right. He's our son, now, then?" Wakatoshi grunted, before walking to the counter and washing his hands. "Well, what's your name?" She asked him, and he opened his mouth to say something, before his frowned, closing it again.
"I...I'm sorry miss, I don't know my name." Hitomi frowned, before standing and offering the boy a seat on a stool by a small table. He plopped down onto the cushioned chair, staring blankly at the table.
"Don't call me 'miss,' Tetsuya. I'm your mommy now, remember?" She chided, and he looked up at her in surprise.
"T-Te-tsu-ya?" He said, slowly. Wakatoshi walked over, taking a seat as well.
"That is your name; Tetsuya, Ushijima Tetsuya."
Tetsuya's eyes sparkled.
"Does that mean you're my family now?" He asked again, and Hitomi laughed, Wakatoshi having a ghost of a smile on his face.
"Yes, we're your family now!"