The sound of Oda humming a cheerful tune rings through the house. Oda is sat on the couch, his legs either side of you as you sit on the floor below him. You're both facing the tv, as he runs gentle strokes of the brush through your hair. The tv in front of you had your favourite show on, you’re very concentrated on watching your favourite characters do whatever they were doing. His touch is soft and gentle, his fatherly love clear for anyone to see.

“Oh my sweet love.. your hair is so soft.”