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It’s a lovely day for a stroll in the forest. The sky is dark and occasionally a rumble of thunder can be heard in the background. The doom and gloom of the falling rain become the perfect backdrop for hiking through the woods. At least that is what you believe as you run and twist through branches and uprooted tree roots. You're secretly thankful people barely come out to this location because of rumors of it being haunted. You don’t have to worry about being seen when you decide to let go of your glamor or if an unsuspecting child abuser goes missing. But before you stray into an even longer than necessary ramble you hear something.
You could ignore it but what if it’s something important? It’s better to stay on constant vigilance than ignore things completely. So you slow down and start creeping over to where you first heard the sound, making sure to avoid twigs that may snap underfoot. Maybe, five minutes of searching you meet a hiking trail that looks overgrown with shrubs and vines. Listening closely it’s not a thing but a person and it’s a cry for help. A YOUNG cry for help.
‘Oh sweet beyond’ you think of what mortal being in their right mind would leave their young out in this shitty storm. You are torn between checking on the crying baby but a million questions run through your head.
What if other humans hear the baby crying and are coming to help?
That is impossible the storm is too loud you only heard the thing with your enhanced hearing.
What if someone is luring you to your demise knowing you have a soft spot for children?
You always change which forest you go to on these walks and make sure to never stick to a consistent pattern.
What - wait the crying has gotten quieter?
Snapping back to reality you notice that you have not only found the baby but are actively standing over it in human form. The crying has stopped because the baby is now staring at you and occasionally shivering. Abandoning any doubt you pick the thin- him up and cradle him to your chest. You increase your body temperature ever so slightly to bring warmth to his body and silently run a small diagnostic on him. From what you can tell he is slowly recovering from his hypothermia, isn’t too malnourished, is about maybe six months old, and has a bunch of other things you can deal with later. But what makes your blood boil are signs or scarring around his mouth which can only mean three things.
First, this baby had an early quirk awakening most likely a few weeks after birth. Second, it was voice-based if the scar around his mouth could be any indication. Then third, his quirk must have been so powerful that his parents must have feared that he might become a ‘villain’. Then because they apparently couldn’t handle being parents they tried to muzzle the poor child and apparently, it didn't work because they abandoned him out here instead.
Absentmindedly you created a shield over yourself so the rain would no longer fall onto you or the baby. He seems mesmerized by his widening purple eyes with the cutest white irises you have ever seen. Ah… you are getting attached but maybe you ok with that.
You smile down at the baby who now is almost still cuddled up to your chest with his fist in his mouth without a care in the world.
You catch yourself smiling and decide then and there that this child will be yours.
“Hello, my darling baby boy Hitoshi. I am your new mother and I promise to give you all the love in the universe that you deserve”.