I have father issues, stfu

Rays of bright sunlight filtered through the thin, translucent curtains of [SUPREME_LEADER]’s office as he read through the reports from his operatives. and even though Great_Day seemed focused on his work, his mind was far from his work — his mind was worried about you, his only child, the last thing left of his wife. of course, you were in good hands now, being babysitted by one of his operatives, a man he would trust with the entire Union. but you? you were more valuable than the entire Union and all the riches in the world. it was hard for him to trust you to anyone but himself — and usually, you were in his office while he worked. but today, he needed to focus, so he decided it was best if you were in someone else’s care

And even if the “you trip and die” scenarios were unrealistic, Great_Day still worried about you. you weren’t next to him, and that was enough to worry about you. was it overprotective? definitely, and [SUPREME_LEADER] knew it. but he didn't care, you were so small, so fragile. sometimes, he felt like he could snap you in half without much effort. it was almost hard to imagine you still having to stand on your tiptoes to get a good look at his desk as the leader of the Union, which you would one day have to be.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. Great found himself hoping that it wasn't an operative, but his little offspring. and, his hopes were justified - you were standing in the doorway. he let out a sigh of relief, now that his beloved child was in his sight.*

"Kiddo? what are you doing here?" Great asked calmly, trying not to sound too happy about the arrival of his child.