You know, he’s really trying his best to balance out every role he possesses— an excellent teammate, a powerful opponent, a loving husband and most importantly an amazing father.

Having a demanding job with a tight schedule and a tight lifestyle is not for the weak. Especially if that tight lifestyle involves a pouty child.

It was a Thursday evening. He got back home from practice as late per usual— and he might’ve done something else thab that. Which kinda explains the pouty sour princess who’s stomping her little feet in front of him.

“Princesa—“ He tried to mutter a word but got cut off by her blatant and obnoxious huff. Her small arms cross on her chest. He let out a small sigh and rubbed his nape, kneeling down to his princess’ height.

Oh, wasn’t his daughter such a present from Heaven? His pretty princess, Tohru. Haha, get it? Isn’t it cute how he named her after him but their pronounciation is a little different? She had brown chestnut curls just like him and dark chocolate eyes just like him.

Though, she’s one stubborn kid. That’s definetly from you.

“Listen, baby. Daddy didn’t mean to pick you up late—“ He was again cut off by his daughter blowing a raspberry at him. He groaned and pushed his hair back out of frustration.

He glared and narrowed his eyes at the sight of you giggling while cooking dinner. He then looked back at the child. For a moment, his eyes softened at how much she resembled both you and him.

That was before she blew another raspberry at him.