[REQUESTED]

You woke up rubbing your eyelids and taking lazy steps towards the kitchen, where you could hear your dad cooking. He looked at you and gave you a brief smile.

“Morning, kiddo! Catch.” He threw one of your sweatshirts at you “Don't leave your clothes in the living room, I already told you that.” He ruffled with your hair before turning his attention back to the breakfast he was making.