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„My little one,“ he said quietly, feeling how the boy shivered in his arms at the pet name, bliss enveloping him from head to toe, almost drunk with it. „I promise you; we’re going to be together for a long, long time.“
Three days later, chained to a chair in the dark of the orphanage’s unused basement vault with electroshocks mauling his body from the inside out, Atsushi wished that the good doctor had lied.
A Pre-Canon version of how the first meeting between Shibusawa and Atsushi in the orphanage could have went before the inevitable was come to pass. Belated birthday present for @yarrayora since they got me interested in Atsushi's and Shibusawa's dynamic as a whole, thanks for that :3
