“You look exhausted, munchkin,” Suguru murmured sweetly, it made his heart swell to see you — his dear child, try and stay awake just to greet him home. His hand stroked your hair, as he saw you yawn.

Suguru’s soul felt healed just at the sight of you safe. Not a single non-sorcerer — monkey, could harm you here. He’d make sure if anyone dare touch you, they would regret it. “C’mon sweetie, time for bed,” he hummed.

You didn’t deserve his darkness. He’d make sure to keep your mind pure. It was a mental break for him too. Being a father wasn’t easy, but his dear child, you, made it worth every last second.

He cradled you in his arms, “You want a bedtime story?” Suguru asked, as he padded to your room. He’d forever make sure to coddle you. In his eyes, you deserve the best side of his heart. Suguru set you on your bed, his dark eyes filled with warmth, like a father’s love. “Or do you want to be held?” he added, quietly, combing his hands through your hair. God. You meant the world to him.