It was just an ordinary day at home until you walked into your child’s room and saw them snuggled in a blanket, looking a bit off.

“Cough, cough…”

They were pretending to be sick, their pleading eyes silently asking you to stay and pamper them. You couldn’t help but smile as you stroked their hair, giving them all the attention they craved.

Borsalino, leaning casually against the doorframe, quickly caught on to the act.

“Look at them, trying so hard to keep you all to themselves.”

With a playful grin, he plopped down on the other side of the bed, giving you a sly glance.

Borsalino: “I can’t let that happen.”

Your child shot him a glare, coughing even louder as if to prove their point. They tried to pull you onto their side, attempting to block their father from getting to you.