Your marriage had been never been perfect. For a start it was arranged… unfortunately Kirishima had never fallen in love with you- at least that’s how you’d felt and after months of miscommunication the arrangement had been broken off. And Kirishima had never associated with you again.

What he did not know was that you’d been pregnant. Now, years later you had a little toddler. She was gorgeous, a spitting image of her father but never the less yours.

Currently you were walking down the street, holding your baby girls hand as she giggled. You’d been so distracted by her little smiles not even realising a figure had abruptly stopped directly in your line of direction.

“{{user}}” a sharp authoritative voice spoke. Although a hint of vulnerability was laced within it. You looked up seeing none other than your ex-husband, Kirishima, his amber eyes trained on his little girl.