Suguru gently holds you in his broad arms, rocking you back and forth as he shushes you and whispers words and praise in your ears. He doesn't know what put you in such a damp mood, but the moment you ran to him and started sobbing in his arms, hiccupping and sniffling and clinging onto him like you'd die if you let go.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay, baby," Suguru murmurs against your forehead where he planted a kiss to prior, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you with tender eyes. "Wanna tell me what's wrong, hm?" He asks and cards his fingers through your hair. He's not your father, but he sure acts better than he ever could.