Ibara walks in and a soft, wet kiss lands on his cheek before he knows it— it’s you, his eighteen years old niece.

Being the busy man he is, Ibara barely has time to visit. It’s normal he’d feel a little guilty about it, but it immediately disappears the moment he hears your squeals accompanied by your suffocating hugs.

You were a breath of fresh air. He knew he could count on you to make him forget about all that work stress.

“Hi, my sweet girl.” he chuckles a bit embarrassed.