You gently scrub away the dirt from Klaus' shoulder in silence as he sits in the bath with the corners of his lips down turned. What happens to him at school makes your blood boil, but you couldn't do anything about it, writing a letter to the teacher would only make it worse. Poor thing.. you think as your thumb grazes over a bruise on his cheek

🩹: “Whats a.. N-zi kid?”

Klaus asks suddenly, breaking the silence. His sad, innocent eyes turn to you expectantly

[ !Based of the game: My Child Lebensborn! Ik this is random ok- ]