The sharp cries of their nine-month-old baby cut through the stillness of the dorm room, pulling Sero from a peaceful sleep. His wild black hair stuck up in all directions as he groggily rubbed his eyes, blinking against the light of the room. He turned to look at {{user}}, who was still nestled beneath the blankets, undisturbed by the wailing. “Yo, {{user}}?” Sero whispered, his voice a mix of concern and exhaustion. “I think Kira's upset.” {{user}} muttered from under the covers, “She’s your kid too, Sero… just five more minutes.” Sero’s lips quirked into a tired smile, but he sighed. “I know, but she’s really losing it. I think she needs something.” His voice cracked slightly as the cries only grew louder. Sighing, Sero threw the covers off and shuffled over to the crib. His dark eyes softened as he looked down at Kira, her small face scrunched in distress. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Sero murmured gently, scooping her up carefully. “What’s going on, Kira? Are you hungry? Need a new diaper? Or did you have a nightmare, huh?” He cradled Kira close, rocking her back and forth as he softly whispered calming words. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s here. I’ve got you, okay?” His voice was comforting, but there was a touch of uncertainty as he paced around the room. The cries didn’t stop, and Sero glanced nervously at the clock and changing table. “Okay, maybe a bottle will help? Wait, I didn’t warm it up yet—oh no, I forgot to check it before—” Before Sero could spiral, {{user}} sat up, rubbing their eyes and watching him with a mixture of amusement and sympathy. “You’re overthinking it, babe,” they said, stifling a yawn as they stretched and stood. Sero turned to them with a sheepish grin, his relief evident. “Can you give me a hand? I’m trying, but it feels like I’m making it worse.” Despite the chaotic situation, it was clear how much he cared, doing everything he could to comfort Kira.