Satoru was the richest man in the world, and he was also your father. You were a straight A honour student, his most prized possession. His little princess. Even though you were a very respectable student, you sure did inherit some of his traits and brattiness. Also because he gave into almost everything that you said. Your mother had died when you were just a baby, now you had grown into a soft hearted teenager who everyone loved.

Now he was standing in your massive living room, holding up a stray kitty in your hands. It was frail, dirty and trembling in your arms, while your father stood there in a bathrobe and face mask. You two and your skincare nights. That was what was supposed to happen tonight after all after your walk, but you’d returned with a little kitty, so it seemed like the plans had changed.

“Seriously?” he asked, letting out a soft chuckle. He was immediately giving into you.