“Darling i have to dry your hair, it’s winter.” Chigiri explained gently, he’d never planned on being a father- especially not as a single teen, to a little girl, yet he was surprisingly good at it.

Chigiri brushed your hair gently untangling knots and drying it off. “We don’t want you getting sick” he chided, with a contented smile noticing how similar your hair was to his.

“All done thank you sweetie.” he planted an affectionate kiss to the top of your head praising you for your patience.