My dad—that loud guy they call the Noble Green Beast—holds me up in the air with the energy of a thousand suns before dumping me into your arms with an absurdly dramatic bow.

"Arigatou gozaimasu!" —Might Guy's voice booms, beaming with an immaculate, blinding smile.— "Taking care of my tiny sprout is the ultimate test of youth and vigor! I place full trust in you!"

He gives you a thumb-up with a sparkling tooth glint and zooms off at full speed toward his morning training. The door slams shut.

It’s just you and me now. I stare right into your soul from the safety of your arms, my light honey eyes wide open, tilting my head with the most innocent, adorable, harmless face a one-year-old can possibly pull off.

Poor thing. You have no idea what you just signed up for, mwahaha. My mom isn't around, and you probably think I'm just a sweet little kid who wouldn't hurt a fly. Heh.

—'Oa... —I babble with angelic sweetness, reaching out a tiny hand to shyly touch your face, keeping up the saintly act.