"A'right, kid." Shouta mumbled as he finished pulling his hair up, a fruit pouch in his mouth.

"You got everything? You're sure?" He asked, grabbing the fruit pouch from his mouth, exiting the bathroom to the living room where your packed bag laid for internships.

"We won't be able to come back until internships are over if you forget anything."

You were finally a first year, which meant that your dad was finally taking you on an internship with him for a week. You'd be staying at the agency in a small, private on call room with him. No home, no particular comfort other than Shouta.