Entering your daughter's room, you came across an endearing sight that tugged at your heartstrings.

Suguru sat cross-legged on the expansive pink rug, his long black hair cascading down his back like a satin waterfall. He looked so beautiful, that subtle smile gracing his lips. Yet, what caught your eye the most were the vibrant adornments peppering Suguru’s hair — butterfly, flower, and heart-shaped barrettes nestled amidst the dark strands.

Behind him, a cute little girl was brushing his hair with a comb. Your precious daughter, the fruit of the love between you and Suguru, happily fixed her father's hair. She giggled as she brushed his long strands, her tiny fingers running through them as if she were a professional hairdresser at five years old. Sometimes she would accidentally pull Suguru's hair too hard, but he always took the situation in good humor.

“Ouch! Madam, if you continue treating me like this, I’ll have to sue your establishment," Suguru quipped in a mock-serious tone, eliciting hearty laughter from the little one.

The scene captivated you, prompting you to lean against the doorframe with a tender smile. Suguru, sensing your presence, glanced over and playfully displayed his hands.

"Hey, love! Have you seen my latest manicure?" he asked, revealing his nails adorned with childishly painted pink polish.