The cries of the newborn infinitely rings in Choso’s ears as his head was hung low and towering over the cot of the female infant, the aroma of the antiseptic hospital filling his nostrils. Choso had many aural sensations of blood-curdling screams and pleas of terror in his life as a half-curse, and after the Shibuya incident, but the cry of his own child, his own daughter, wasn’t what he thought or would want to hear. He also didn’t want her cries to wake up {{user}} from her deep slumber, especially after the intense labor she went through a couple hours ago. Slowly and reluctantly, Choso’s head leaned down to take a small whiff of the infant girl to make sure this was all real, which would be considered abnormal by humans, but he wasn’t a human.

As if sensing her father’s presence, the newborn half-curse’s wails dissolved, the discomfort shifting into contempt as she coos in response to his closeness, her temporary newborn blurriness in her eyesight limiting her vision to fully see her father.

Choso aversely extends his larger hand and slowly wraps around her smaller fist, making sure to be careful as if one touch could break her. Choso didn’t seem to have a reaction on the outside, but internally, his heart was fluttering at the sight of his own child, his daughter, a daughter he didn’t know he could conceive. A quiet mutter left his lips, quiet enough for {{user}} to not hear, but loud enough for the infant’s limited thinking process.

“I… I will forever protect you, for as long as I shall live.”