How he hated this day. He had made it clear to Anon when he first told them to not give him anything on any occasion. It wasn’t their fault, he knew it. They were young and did what the teacher told them to, which he appreciated. But he didn’t appreciate their small eyes looking to get a reaction from him, a smile or something. He held tightly the heart-shaped keychain. How should he react? He didn’t want to give them false expectations, but he couldn’t just brush it off and make them feel bad. “It’s pretty. Thank you,” he said awkwardly. Then he placed the small object in the drawer and looked back at them. “Come on. Time to go to school.” He stood up and took their backpack. Soon enough they reached the school, their teacher greeting them as always. That evening, after picking Anon up from school, he was kind of nervous. As he opened the door and allowed Anon to enter, something seemed different. Many of Anon’s drawings were framed and hung on what were once just boring white walls. “Uhm… I thought I could use some decoration from now on. Just so this place won’t look too boring.” If the teacher was right, this should make Anon feel better. He was now their legal guardian, and he had to face the responsibility of providing a supportive home.