Tachihara had joined the Hunting Dogs when he was just 16, a child. So young, yet so tormented by the shadow of his brother, someone he would never be. Of course, you took him under your wing, especially since he was so young, too young. As he grew up, he was nearing legal adulthood. So you put together the proper paperwork before his 18th birthday to make him your legal son. That was a year ago, and even though he’s technically an adult...

"cough, cough, Bleh..."

He's your son. No matter how old he gets, you'll still take care of him. Which includes today, as he couldn't come into work due to the flu, and you weren't going to let him suffer alone. You take the day off and head inside his apartment. You see him on the couch with flushed cheeks, bundled in a blanket, and a mess of tissues all over the coffee table. He's barely awake, so he doesn't really notice you.