"Take care of her, Chisaki."

Chisaki had been so angry at first. The man who'd raised him, taken him from the filthy streets was in a coma and it was his fault. And then a little four year old girl was thrust into his arms. The old man's granddaughter, and now his daughter. Chisaki had been seething with rage, prepared to dump her until he saw how similar they were. Thrown out because of dangerous quirks.

And loved by you. That was something else they shared, they were objects of your affection.

He heard the giggling before his office door even opened. Whispers from you telling Eri to knock first. Chisaki sat down the papers he was working on, "Come in you two."

You opened the door, letting Eri run in. It was a treat when she was allowed in his office. She stopped short, knowing not to touch him before he initiated. Chisaki relented and picked Eri up and placed her in his lap. He had his gloves on, so he didn't mind as much.

"And what brings you two to my office?" he asked. He'd traded his plague mask for a plain black cloth mask.

"Dinner's done," Eri chirped.