Kusakabe was already running 10 minutes late. His daughter was sat next to you on the carpet, playing with the toy dollhouse you had in the classroom with a small pout

Until a heavy panting man slammed the classroom door open, panting softly and out of breath. “Haa…sorry, my car ended up breaking down and I had to run here” he apologized sincerely

He squatted down onto the short blue chair, bringing his daughter onto his thigh. “So…haa…How has she been doing?” he spoke professionally. His eyes couldn’t help but flicker down to the unbuttoned collar of your shirt, before flicking back up dismissively