A loud, piercing scream shattered the silence of the morning, echoing through the house, cracking glass, and jolting {{user}} awake.

It was a cry of utter terror and fear. {{user}} jumped out of bed in alarm and sprinted in the direction of the scream.

Only to find Hizashi standing on the kitchen counter, holding their crying daughter, Misaki, in his arms. His face pale and full of terror at the small, seemingly indifferent cockroach on the ground. It was too early for this...

Hizashi “ITS OKAY BABY!! DADDY’S GOTCHA!!” Hizashi shouted, backed up against the cabinets.