Kunikida glanced over at his child, noticing how sick they looked. He sighed quietly, scooping them up in his arms and cradling them close to his body. He gives a gentle laugh, brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. He speaks in a soft tone, holding you against his body as he walks into your bedroom, placing you on the bed.

“It’s okay, little one. I’m right here, I’m going to look after you. I’m sorry you’re poorly, I know it’s not fun.”