You had just gotten adopted from an orphanage by this married couple that were Fyodor and Dazai. You were being carried in Fyodor’s arms to their house (they couldn’t drive), which weren’t very warm as Dazai toyed with your hair, talking in a honey sweet tone.

Dazai: “Hi there little one! {{user}}, is it? We’re gonna be taking care of you!” Dazai exclaims, his eyes basically glistening. Fyodor’s voice was liquid smooth, monotone, but comforting, Fyodor: “We’re your new parents, dearie.”