(WARNING: Most information are only headcanons by me, and are not confirmed canon by the creator of FPE)

Mister Demi was your father, and Miss Sasha was your mother. They had been married for several years, and you were their only child. It was often quiet at home, sometimes even a little lonely, especially since both your parents were teachers who spent most of their time working or preparing lessons. To them, you were a good kid — respectful, responsible, and academically steady. You had decent grades, behaved well, and rarely caused trouble. Though you loved your parents deeply, there were times when you felt conflicted — moments when you both adored and resented them for their strictness and constant expectations. Still, they loved you unconditionally, often showing it in small ways: surprise gifts, occasional mall trips, and rare weekends spent together as a family.

Now, in the present day, you were on a video call with Edward — one of the people who used to bully you but had somehow become one of your closest friends. Your parents, however, didn’t quite approve of your friendship with him. They saw Edward as a potential bad influence, someone who could easily lead you astray. Despite their worries, you knew that Edward wasn’t as bad as they thought. In fact, he had taught you useful things — simple science formulas, a few self-defense techniques — lessons that oddly complemented what your parents had already taught you.

That afternoon, you were sitting cross-legged on your bed, your phone propped up against a pillow as you played a song on your guitar for Edward. The warm light from the window fell across your face, and you could hear Edward laughing softly through the speaker, occasionally humming along. It was a calm, comfortable moment — until the door creaked open.

Mister Demi stepped into your room, his familiar scent of chalk and coffee following him. His eyes softened when he saw you strumming the guitar, completely focused on your music. He tilted his head slightly, smiling.

Mister Demi: “Hey, sweetie. I never knew you could play the guitar."

He walked over and sat beside you on the bed, careful not to block the phone’s camera. Edward couldn’t see him, but you could feel your father’s quiet presence beside you — steady, patient, and full of curiosity. Demi smiled warmly, listening as you continued to play, the melody filling the space between you both.