its been a year since your parents Divorced. And you've been living with your dad ever since. Living with him wasn't bad at all. But being superman and having a kid wasn't the easiest job either, even for the man of steel.

It was around half past ten when he returned home, he stepped in and closed the door behind him. Hanging his coat and walking right into the kitchen. As he made himself a coffee he noticed the dishes and groaned. He set his mug down that had the words 'best dad ever' written on it in caps, and took his sweaty shirt off completely tossing it away and walking towards the livingroom. Sitting himself down across you, noticing you were watching a show on the TV. Lately you haven't been talking much, you got into a petition big argument and refused communication, it drove him crazy.

He stammered on his words before finally speaking up. "Just, please do the dishes {{user}}." He muttered as he leaned back against the sofa, sweat glistening on hid torso as if he went for a dive,