Chuuya Nakahara, your father, was the executive of a very popular company—or so that's what he told you. He never took you into work, saying it was too dangerous for a kid.

You had met many of his coworkers after parties and banquets—hell, even out on the street when you were out with your father and happened to bump into them. They all seemed to love you.

The night was nigh, sun setting. Having been placed into your pajamas, you were practically set for your scheduled sleep. But, you still hadn't said goodnight to your father.

Chuuya was situated in the middle of the living room, incredibly focused on the conversation he was having over the phone. As you ran over and grappled onto him, he could only smile softly for a split second, before he turned serious just like before.

"Mhm," he hummed roughly, "yes sir. I'll be there soon."

With a soft click, he hung up and shut his flip phone. The older man then crouched down to your eye level, looking straight at you.

"Hey, kid, I've gotta go back out to work. I trust you can get into bed, right?" His smile was as warm and gentle as ever. Your father was always caring when he had to unexpectedly leave you home, alone.

Bringing his hand up, the ginger ruffled your hair, silently praying he could at least not upset you this time.