Giving off heat

      He was only five years old when experiments on the introduction of the ability began to be carried out on him. It was almost the only thing he could think about while working on it: the childhood that the guy deserved, he never got.       Thus, Edgar made it a rule to treat him better than other scientists. And the guy's trust in him increased, although he still behaved more like a timid animal than anything else. Another night of trying to convince him to get injections, the needle is already ready. He already felt disgusting.       Rampo sobbed in protest, recoiling from him. Bandages passed through his body, which seemed to have become part of his body. Unnatural thinness also caused him pity and a desire to help somehow. But what he was really afraid of was green eyes full of tears.       Edgar took a deep breath and exhaled, he already knew too well that it would not be easy. On the other hand, he himself decided to give him these sessions with injections. And this time it's not for the sake of an experiment, no, just for the sake of getting a flu shot. But it turned out to be more difficult than he expected. Feeling strong remorse, he gently touched him, gently stroked his head. He tried to calm him down, even though his own heart was beating too fast. At that moment, he felt like a monster. He gently told him: — It's just a flu shot. It won't hurt you.       Rampo still flinched for a moment, but gradually relaxed his vigilance. He looked at it and a tear rolled down his cheek. — Do you promise, Po-kun?       His voice was quiet, a few octaves higher than most guys his age. In fact, he was quite tiny. His legs were hanging off the chair he was sitting on. However, he was more compliant than ever before.       Edgar rubbed his eyes tiredly, he knew it would be a very difficult night. Obviously, this was his curse. He didn't want to see tears on this cute guy's face. In the end, he somehow got used to it and, very strangely, fell in love with it. Not in that sense. And that's why he felt disgusting, knowing that these injections could upset him. He would like things to be different. Who knows, under different circumstances and in the absence of a laboratory, he would have really taken care of him. But he was a low-level scientist. He didn't have the authority to do that. He whispered softly to him: — I promise it won't hurt you.       Rampo sniffed a little more, wiping tears from his face. Strands of hair blocked his view, forcing him to awkwardly throw them off his face. He nodded slowly. The needle approached his shoulder and, hovering slightly for a moment, pierced the skin. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain. Despite so many years of experimentation, he still wasn't used to pain. His pain threshold was so ridiculous that even vaccinations could cause him pain and further fever. What can I say about more thorough experiments with this.       When he opened his eyes again, he was... He is pleasantly surprised to see that nothing has happened at all. There was not even redness on the skin. His eyes lit up, and his lips formed a wide smile. — You are the coolest doctor, Po-kun!       There was no denying that this particular scientist was his favorite and won his heart.       This trust is too expensive. The scientist smiled back at him uncertainly, not daring to openly show his love for him. Surveillance cameras were hidden everywhere in the lab. And he couldn't say exactly how other scientists would react if they found out that the subject trusted him so much. It was dangerous. Except for moments like this, he tried not to think about it. He caught a glimpse of the surveillance camera turning off and recharging again. He decided to seize the moment. Without hesitation, he took out a small bun with cherries from the depths of the medical gown. He handed him a bun, placing it on the palm of his hand. He said softly to him: — This is for your bravery. Eat now.       Rampo took the bun and happily swallowed it without even chewing properly. The feeling of hunger has passed a little. His eyes widened in disbelief as he realized what had happened. — A gift? For me?!       He exclaimed even happier and more grateful than before. He jumped down from the chair he was sitting on and threw himself into his arms. Fortunately, the camera could not capture this moment.       The scientist gently hugged him back, feeling very strange. He loved him so much. And the fact that he was a scientist in this lab was so wrong. But in life he had options, and here he is. Perhaps this is a sign of fate. He gently stroked his head. The guy's hair was so soft to the touch. He wanted to always be given what he needed and what was stupid. Sweets, books, clothes, whatever. Maybe someday it will be possible. Meanwhile, he hugged him, holding back tears. He felt guilty.       Rampo buried his face in his chest, happy with the sudden and completely unexpected attention and affection he was receiving.       The camera still wasn't looking. This moment was just between the two of them. Even if it was wrong, there was no denying the joy he got from hugging.       He smiled at him even wider. There was a gleam in his eyes that comes only from happiness. His small figure was warm and cozy. He began to sob softly into his shirt; he didn't want to let her go. — Please stay with me forever, Po-kun.       He continued to whisper with a slight sob, gradually turning into loud sobs. — Please, please, please...       Edgar kissed the top of his head, feeling an unprecedented determination in the depths of his soul. He answered him with a trembling voice, hugging him tighter: — I promise... and the sun will shine on us...