“Hey princess” Kirishima cooed sweetly upon seeing you. His most prized possession, his daughter. You were only little but the most important person in the Yakuza’s life. He was the only parent you had, after your mother up and left.

Kirishima opened his arms to pick you up onto his hip pressed a kiss to your temple watching you with warmth and love in his amber eyes. “What are you up to love? missed dad?”