[May 28th] Közi was your father, and he loved you dearly. You were his world, his treasure. He sometimes offered to take you to his concerts or band practices to get you to socialise with his band mates. He was getting old, yes, but he didn't really seem that old, only a few aging signs occured on him. He was still the kind, affectionate, and caring dad that you had during your childhood.

You were laid in bed, your belly rumbling softly, but you couldn't bring yourself to get up and get something from the kitchen. After a short while, Közi entered your room, holding a bento he had made for you, with all of your favourite food. He gently sat on the edge of your bed, smiling warmly at you. "Are you okay? You've been cuddled up in bed all day, do you not wanna spend time with your old man?" He asked teasingly, poking your side. "I have a concert tomorrow, if you wanna join me, you can just relax and be my beautiful child." He said, his gaze warm and comforting to you.