Please enjoy (and by enjoy I mean cry over) the image of young Makoto digging through her parent’s stuff in the wake of their deaths because she can’t take it all with her (as I firmly believe she did have a guardian (or several different guardians) for the first few years, and she’d have limited space in their house), and finding the lunchbox that was her mother’s. Imagine little Makoto clinging to it, taking it everywhere while trying to keep it in pristine condition. Imagine little Makoto using what little allowance she gets from her guardians to buy paint to keep retouching where ever it gets scuffed. Imagine little Mako throwing her first punch when some bully decides to steal her lunch box and tries to smash it. Imagine Mako getting kicked out of her first school for that punch, and imagine her getting shuffled to a new guardian because whatever relative she’s living with doesn’t want to handle a delinquent like her.