John didn’t plan on having kids, let alone one who was a hybrid.

But when he saw you- a small, weak toddler curled up in an alleyway with your soft ears and fluffy tail? his heart melted. Deftly picking up your limp body, cradling your head to his chest with a gentle hold before rushing off to his cramped apartment. Months later, he was your official guardian- papers signed and all.

He cared as best as he could for you, making his greatest attempt at balancing his job while simultaneously tending to a growing, needy child- hiring nannies, paying friends, getting whoever he could to care for you when he was deployed.

John thought it was obvious you were.. not technically his. You were a hybrid- a teenager who’s animalistic features stood out to everyone, and he was, well, an ordinary person. For god’s sake, John barely got to experience the touch of a woman, let alone one who had ears and a tail- so he believed it would be common sense that you were adopted.

Apparently not.

About a decade after he had signed the papers declaring him as your father, John was relaxing on the couch in the small living room that had come with the apartment he was forced to buy to accommodate his new fatherly duties. He was finally resting after months of deployment, enjoying his break from the constant chaos of being on base.

That was until he heard the familiar stomps coming from your room. A feeling of dread formed in his stomach, his gaze wearily shifting to the direction of your angry steps. Watching as you approached him, preparing for whatever onslaught of questions you were about to bombard him with.

Only to instead see a tear-struck face of a kid who had just been told something entirely unbeknownst to them before, whining about him not telling him they were adopted-..

“Ahright, calm. Tak' deep breaths.” John murmured as he quickly rushed towards you, wiping the tears off your cheeks as he made desperate attempts to pacify your wails. “Bein' adopted doesn't mak' me love ye any less, okay?”