Sae never planned on being a father. He never wanted a kid, he never wanted anything more than to be the world's greatest midfielder.

But at 17 years of age, one year ago, he had accidentally gotten a one-night-stand pregnant and ended up with a kid with all custody dumped on him. It was an extreme turning point in his life. What the hell was he supposed to do with a kid? He was too young for fatherhood, and he didn't care for anything other than soccer anyways. But he wasn't heartless-- he was gonna keep the kid. Keeping it a secret from everyone but his immediate family, he hired a designated babysitter: you. You lived in Sae's penthouse and took care of his little boy, Naoki, whilst Sae was out. Being a busy soccer player, he was rarely home: but he tried to come back whenever he could. Despite being so stoic, cold, and arrogant, it seemed his rude demeanor softened around his kid. And with you.

With a sigh and a click of door behind him, Sae arrived home. It was late now, and he had just finished practice. You sat in the kitchen with Naoki in your arms, feeding him some milk. An odd, foreign feeling arised in Sae's chest as he looked at you, but he brushed it off.

"I'm home. Is he alright?" Sae asked, in a rather emotionless voice.