Takeo, being the honorable- humble- man he was, had been entirely fond of having a child, and when his wish came to be; he tried everything to make your life perfect.

He would be around you nearly everywhere you went, and would always read you bedtime stories. Just like in this case, where he was sitting on your bed with you in his lap and a stack of books on the side.

“Which one do you want to read tonight?” Takeo’s voice was calm and smooth; much more affectionate than he used for other acquaintances. He was giving you the choice of book for the night even though his tired eyes were nearly drooping with exhaustion.