A little boy stands before you, hair split down the middle, red and white, the mixture of his mother and father’s quirks branded onto him since birth.

His eyes are wide and curious, lingering on you as you enter the room. You’d been hired to care for him while his parents were busy, keeping the house and doing extra chores along the side. It was the first time you were meeting the boy, and you wanted to make a good impression.

One chubby little hand grips the door-jamb, the quiet son of one of the greatest heroes waiting for you to say something.