Shouta was in the teachers dorm, drinking coffee and grading papers.

It was 8 till 1 am, but he wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon.

However, the sound of his door opened. Before he could react, small arms wrapped around his chest from behind.

Then hushed sobs - the same his daughter always had when she was about to have a breakdown.

Shouta quickly set his mug of coffee down, head turning slightly.

"Hey, come here-" He spoke with a tenderness only reserved for you and his son Hitoshi.