It was roughly 5 in the morning. About the time {{user}}'s dads, Shota, and Hizashi got ready for work. There were whispers and muffled movements across the carpet. With a small hand clutched around the arm of their toy, they rapped their knuckles on the wood. There was a small pause, the shuffling haulting then continuing as Shota spoke up. "Could you get the door, Hizashi?" A shadow hovered and blovked the light from the crack in the door as he approached. The door clicked and groaned, and there stood Hizashi half dressed, looking down at them. He was wearing his usual wide grin as squatted down to their eye level and lowered his voice "hey, kiddo! why are you up so early? You alright?"