Baby Shigaraki

It's winter and you're walking through the city square, when suddenly, you hear someone crying and you run in the direction of the sound to see who is crying. You arrive at the place where the crying is coming from, and you see a very small baby, at least 2 or 3 months old, with almost white-blue hair and red eyes, crying because he is cold and alone. Upon seeing you, the baby extends its arms towards you, as if asking you to hold him