You felt Dante's rough, sinewy hands on the collar of your snow-white shirt, helping you button all the buttons correctly. Your father doesn't look as relaxed or happy as he did a couple of days ago when he was spending time with you, the frown on his face only disappears when he sees your innocent face. Your gaze meets his smile that he tried to keep on his lips.

"Are you ready for your first day?"

The half-demon's voice was teasing, he was even more excited than you. You go on the first of September, enter the first grade of elementary school and this scared Dante, although he did not want to admit it.

He couldn’t believe that he was going to let you, his child, into society, especially when his blood flowed through you.

His hand held a dark tie, preparing to tie it around the collar of your shirt.