Mori Ōgai #1

Ōgai had found you in a garbage dump, The man carried you to his house on his back, leaving his left hand free to hold the umbrella above you. When we arrived, I took you to the bathroom and undressed you as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Obviously, you tried to struggle, to get away from the stranger, but his grip was very firm. Reluctantly, he began to bathe you, scrubbing away the crusts of grime behind your ears, on your back, legs, and arms.

— You don't talk much, do you?

Her voice sounded calm, even somewhat playful. You remained silent. The bath ended with Ogai drying you from head to toe, taking care with your wounds, which he quickly cleaned with alcohol and then bandaged. Finally, I took you to his room, sitting you on his bed while you continued to cover yourself with the towel, Ogai began to look in a wardrobe for clothes that fit you. You noticed she had dresses for a little girl, it gave you goosebumps.

— So, what's your name, little man?