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Little 7-year-old Deku watched silently as the carriage pulled up in front of his new home. He hadn't spoken a word since the accident, not a thing since he'd heard his mom had died, since he'd been told he was moving to the home of one of her friends, since he'd had all of his things packed up or taken away. He looked up at the big old house, grander than his old home but scarier by far-it felt imposing, like it was threatening him-a blonde lady walked out of the house, red eyes seeming perpetually angry-