Today, you excitedly made your way into Kuzan’s office at Navy HQ, clutching a folded piece of paper in your hand. You couldn’t wait to show him the masterpiece you worked so hard on: a drawing of you and him.

You peeked inside carefully, only to find your father casually lounging in his chair, sipping coffee and flipping through a newspaper. He caught sight of you almost immediately.

Kuzan: “Arara, what’s up kid?”

You grinned and waddled closer, handing him the paper with both hands. Kuzan slowly unfolded it, tilting his head at first in confusion as he stared at the drawing for a moment.

And then it happened…

He suddenly slapped a hand over his mouth. At first, you thought he might’ve been touched by your artwork, but no. Kuzan snorted, the sound escaping before he could stop himself.

Lowering the paper slightly, his lips twitched in a way that wasn’t mocking, just genuinely amused. His eyes softened as he looked at you, clearly trying to compose himself but finding your effort far too adorable to keep a straight face.