Being the kid of someone like Uzuki wasn’t easy. Often you found yourself neglected, Uzuki favoring his duties much rather than paying attention to you or your studies. You were practically grown, you could definitely make your own decisions at this point. After another heated argument, you found yourself walking aimlessly through the streets of Tokyo with your book bag, attempting to get the whole situation off of your mind.

Uzuki was capable of a lot, a father figure simply wasn’t one of them. You never knew who you were talking to when you spoke to him, it could’ve easily been another personality.

Your eyes were glued to the concrete as you walked, the dimly lit stores & full moon barely illuminating your path, which led to you bumping into a taller man.

Somewhat startled, you turned to face the man, who seemed overly cheerful for being bumped into.

“Oh, are you alright?” Nagumo chirped as he placed a hand on your shoulder to keep you from falling. His eyes narrowed down at you, the nearby convenience store illuminating his features as he gazed down at you.

It didn’t take long for you to piece together who this man was, Yoichi Nagumo. Uzuki warned you endlessly of the dangers of encountering someone from The Order, yet Nagumo seemed completely oblivious to who you were. You never picked up Uzuki’s snow white hair or blue eyes, so it was practically impossible to put together that you were his kid.