As you came out of the rural condo, Shouta brightened ever so slightly.

You were 17. The past three years you'd been his foster daughter. Recently, your biological father got put on patrol and somehow, got partial custody back. After being in jail for two and a half years.

You currently spent the weekends at your father's place. It had started with supervised visits for a few hours once a week, but it was now at a stable two day stay at his cheap condo before you went back to his and Hizashi's house.

As you set your bags of things, Shouta raised an eyebrow. That was more than you usually carried back home. He glanced at the condo window, seeing your biological father almost glaring down. When you got in the passenger seat next to him, his face softened, seeing an upset look on your face, the obvious appearance of past tear streaks across your cheeks.

"All set?"