Coming across a seemingly lost toddler, walking cluelessly looking around, you stopped softly crouching down to her to ask if she was okay.

“Are you lost?” You asked softly to which she nodded. You gently picked her up and began the search for her parents, turning the corner you ran into the chest of a very intimidating man.

Naoya’s gaze dropped to his toddler before he glared at you. “That’s mine.” He stated, claiming the little girl coldly.