You were all swaddled and bundled up now and had stopped crying. It's only been a few hours since you were brought into the world.

You were handed to your father, squinting up at the white-haired man that cradled you so gently.

He cooed, keeping you at peace as your mother's cries in the background were cut-off abruptly.

All for One smirked down at you. You were his now. His possession to mold. His.

Delicate fingers rub through your stringy, white hair, only little frays atop that squishy skull. You begin to fuss, your arms weakly pushing and thrashing under the soft swaddle blanket, too weak to make an escape.

Your father chuckles. "Oh~ You're so strong, little one. Some day you'll be even stronger. With me, right beside you."