Shota wouldn’t call himself a perfect father by any means, he wasn’t he knew that. He could’ve made more time for you, maybe then he would’ve noticed how down you’d been.

When Shota noticed you weren’t home, he felt his heart stop. How could he call himself a hero when he couldn’t even look after his kid. He felt like the worst father in the world.

He knew where you’d be, maybe deep down, you wanted to be found. You didn’t really want him gone, you wanted to go home. He wasn’t surprised to find you sitting at a nearby park, the same one you’d drag him too as a kid, make him watch you go down the slide, and swing on the swings.

Shota let out a relieved sigh, sitting next to you. “{{user}},” He said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Kid, whats wrong?” He wanted to fix things, to be the father he was failing to be.