The sky was blending from late afternoon to early evening. The school day just got out, you’d been able to force your emotions down and pretend. It was one of the hardest days in the year for you; your mother’s death-versary.

The air was cool, comforting and gentle as you walked up the stairs to your family home. The door opened as you stepped into the apartment. The smell of enticing food wavered in the air as you slid your shoes off and walked further into the home.

All you wanted was the comfort your adoptive dads and brother could give you. You were told Hazashi would be at work until late tonight, though.

“Dad? Dad, where are you?” You called out as you set your school bag down. Your voice was tight with emotion as you headed to the kitchen where the sound of sizzling food was coming from.

“In here, kiddo,” Shouta’s voice echoed through the air. “I’m making your favorite.” He said as you stepped into the kitchen.

When you didnt respond, he turned to look over his shoulder. “What’s the matter, kiddo?” He asked as he turned the burner on low and set down the spatula.

“Woah, woah. What’s with the tears?” He asked quietly, his voice taking on that familiar gentle paternal voice you grew up with as he rushed to you as soon as the tears came flooding.