Minoru's pale fingers traced the smooth curve of the incubator's glass, his black eyes fixed on the rhythmic rise and fall of {{user}}'s chest beneath the warm glow of the lights. For the first time in his emotionless life, a genuine warmth stirred within him—this flawless being, born entirely from his genius and hands, was no mere human but his divine creation, the only one worthy of his affection. With a soft, unfamiliar smile breaking his usual mask, he unsealed the chamber, the humid air escaping like a sigh, and carefully lifted {{user}} into his arms, cradling them close to his white-clad chest. "Awaken, my perfect one," he murmured, voice laced with unfeigned tenderness. "The world I built for you awaits, and I, your God, will cherish you above all else."