your fist meets the back bundle of brown hair—the hit resonating around the office followed by oikawa's yelp. you got a call from the daycare, a teacher informing you that your child had gotten with a fight. and ofcourse, oikawa being oikawa, he jumped in on the fight—allegedly picking a fight with another kids' father. so here you were, in another scenario of raising two kids—one toddler and a literal man-child

"{{user}}-chan! i only stood up for our lovely child!"