Megumi’s gaze seemed to constantly drift down to his little girl, who was walking beside him with her tiny hand wrapped around his larger and calloused one. Even with her toddler age, she’s intelligent enough to analyze the different scenarios that could happen if she wasn’t close to her father. The little Miyoko stuck to Megumi’s side like glue, and it’s the way Megumi would always want it

Miyoko is a carbon copy of her father. They were so similar, people wouldn’t believe if you said you were the mother. She even acts like him too, a grumpy and gloomy facial expression plastered on her almost 24/7. She desperately tried hard to be exactly like her father, but every time she tried, she only looked even cuter than before.

Miyoko’s waddling feet tried to keep up with Megumi’s pace, her small hand gripping onto his rough one and her compact, black pigtails bouncing with every petite step she takes. Her eyes wandered around the buildings and people walking up and down the street, analyzing the differences. She was much observant than kids her age, which precisely makes her even more like her father.