short stories,

The Devil of Musutafu,

Mizuno, Mizuki seat in his dark apartment

As he listened to the couple across the street curse and beat their Foster Kid Shinso Hitoshi,

the kid was from the Nebu orphanage that Mizuki had been to in his youth and had given

his at the time new phone number too.

now it's his phone number, and

The Kid had moved into that house

Last week, and almost right away,

The beating had begun after the Kid came

Home from school. The Foster father

Was mean and loud, many times Mizuki

Thought of recording it and making a case

To get the kid out of there.

But He heard the kid Shinso late at night

Whisper to himself

" Almost to U.A. then I'm out of here.

... Mizuno believed I could, the first person to believe I'm not a

villain. to believe in me."

He said that with conviction and he would

Be beaten again that night and it would repeat.

and Mizuki himself knows the Foster system was shit

most people didn't give a damn about a 'villain kid' or whatever

they called the quickest bullshit they sell

so the case would drag on... and make life harder for the kid.

... Mizuki had an idea. it may not be legal at first but it could work. he needed to tell the kid

Over two weeks it happened before finally, something happened

and they could put that in the plan into action,

Mizuki came home from hard a court case.

And heard the Foster father beating shinso

In his 'room'. Locking his Jew tightly the almost 22-year-old lawyer

Stood in his living room listening as

The foster father kicked the kid in the chest hard enough For the kid's ribs to crack. and waited for night,

And the kid gasped in pain before the father

Left the room, slamming and locking the door behind him, leaving the kid to curl up around his

Ribs and start Silently crying in pain before he

Forced his bruised body to get up and grab the backpack that he had not unpacked yet.