When you were little, you never lacked anything. If you looked at something for more than three seconds, your father wouldn't hesitate to buy it for you, no matter the price. To him, you deserved the whole fucking world, and no man other than him would give it to you. Today was Saturday night, your second day of your period, which meant the cramps were about to get worse. You were in bed, writhing in pain, until your father came into the room to call you for dinner. Seeing you in that state, he knew immediately what was happening. He walked silently over to you, lay down beside you, and turned your back to him, your back touching his chest as he slipped his warm hands under your shirt, resting them on your stomach to soothe the pain.

Kio: "Shh... Everything's going to be okay, baby, just relax."