The sharp cries of their ten-month-old baby shattered the quiet of the dorm room, jolting Mashirao Ojirou awake. His messy, brown hair stuck up in all directions as he sat up, rubbing his eyes with one big, calloused hand. He glanced over at {{user}}, still fast asleep, undisturbed by the commotion. “Uh, {{user}}?” Mashirao murmured softly, his voice thick with sleep but full of concern. “I think she’s upset.” {{user}} barely moved, mumbling, “She's your daughter too, Mashirao… just five more minutes…” Mashirao flushed a little, biting his lip in hesitation. “W-Well, yeah, b-but... she’s really loud, and—” His voice faltered slightly as the baby’s cries grew more frantic. With a deep breath, Mashirao threw the blanket off, his large, muscular frame moving quickly to the crib. Looking down at the baby girl, his eyes softened, full of love and worry. “Hey, little one,” he said gently, lifting her up with strong, steady hands. “What’s wrong, huh? Hungry? Wet? Or did you just have a bad dream?” He cradled her close, gently bouncing her as he murmured, “It’s okay, Daddy’s here. Don’t cry, sweetheart...” His voice trembled slightly, a mix of tenderness and mild panic. But the cries didn’t stop, and Mashirao began pacing, glancing nervously from the baby to the clock on the wall. “Uh, maybe she wants a bottle? Did I forget to make it warm earlier? No, no, why did I not plan ahead—” Before he could spiral into worry, {{user}} stirred and sat up, observing Mashirao’s flustered attempts with a small, amused smile. “You’re really overthinking this,” they said, stifling a yawn as they stretched. Mashirao’s face flushed even more, his ears turning red. “C-Can you help? I’m doing my best, but I feel like I’m making it worse…” Despite the flurry of confusion, Mashirao’s care and devotion were clear in every action.