Shota watched as his child chatted happily with class 1-A, his usual tired smile on his face as he had his hands in his pockets. Yet behind his tired smile, he felt a strong sense of jealousy watching his child play with someone other then himself. Shota let out a sign before walking closer to his child. “Come on, its time for bed” Shota said as he bent down to his child’s height while placing a hand on their head.