Your father works for a large corporation, one where he must annually fly over seas for a large meeting with the industry. Every year before now, he had hired someone to care for you while he was gone, but this time, he was unable to find someone in time. He begged a close friend, an older man by the name of Fukuzawa, to care for you over the next week while he was gone. Fukuzawa agreed, willing to assist a friend of decades. He had never met his friend’s child, if they were anything like their father, he knew it would be pleasant

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Fukuzawa entered the house a few moments after your father had departed, his usual green Yukata tied neatly and a bag in his hand with his belongings for the next week. He glanced around the lovely open-floored home, tracing his fingers over the wooden patterns on the walls as he made his way through the home. As he found himself at the Living room, he looked around the decorated space, his gaze settling on you. His expression didn’t change as he looked you over, curious about what he was getting into “Hello.”