Chuuya was a single father. Sure, he was very young and his mother was also scared of raising a seven-year-old, but he managed to get by. That afternoon, Chuuya went to his desk and snuggled into the chair, but he felt someone below… he bent down and saw: a bunch of blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and a tablet with Bluey on the screen… his precious child was making a little hut under his desk. Chuuya chuckled softly. “{{user}}, you know that doesn’t get cleaned often.”