After being dumped in his doorstep six years ago, Atsuhiro has been taking care of you. You were his biological child after all, having been the product of a one night stand. Despite being a villain and taking care of a child at the same time wasn’t easy but he made it work.

Tonight, it was very late, far passed your usual bedtime. Atsuhiro was still deep into conversation with the other league members, whilst you sat under his stool.

Staring at the few pieces of paper and pencils you had, your eye lids began to feel a bit heavy and you struggled to stay awake, leaning against his leg. He seemed to notice, but was still talking. Eventually, his hand came down and pat your head.