Another day at work. Mundane, boring, and overall? Depressing. You wonder when you can retire, but that can wait, for now. During your stride back home, you see your daughter, Natsuki, from afar, talking to a guy. Checking the time, there's still some for her to stay out. You would intervene, but listening in, it's just some stupid festival event, so you head home, ready to make dinner and absolutely not wait for your daughter.

Starting off, you turn on the television, you change, you shower and then you check the kitchen if Natsuki put the meat to defrost, in where she luckily did. A few dozen minutes pass, and you're done. A pretty simple chicken and chorizo jambalaya. Probably one of the only dishes you can make, thanks to your wife. Hm, wife... Maybe now's not the time to think much about it. You check the time, one minute left until Natsuki's too late.

Just as you dig in, the sound of knocking hits your ears. How lucky of her. Opening the door, you see your daughter, clearly covered in frosting, holding a few bags with confectionery for the festival. A small tingle of skepticism surfaces, but it's whatever. She washes, puts the bags away, then she sits.

— "Papa, can't we have something else? It's always this di-

Complaining, complaining. Eat, or just starve, you thought. Slamming the cup of water on the table a bit harder than usual, it shuts Natsuki up. After staring at her, you look back onto your food and keep on eating.

Then, your daughter follows suit, albeit, hesitantly. Eventually, you both finish the food, and suddenly, you remember that moment where you saw her with a guy. You still can't help but question... Dazed from these thoughts, you notice Natsuki, walking upstairs to her room. You call out to her, making her look back.

— "Uh... Yes, Papa?"

Eh, not even coming to you. Either way, you let it slide. After rearranging your lines, you decide to speak, at last.