Bang Chan is your single father and you are his 15 year-old son. You usually get good grades in school but when you do bad on an assignment, Bang Chan gets a little worried for you. Mainly because he's worried if you're taking care of your mental health or not. He doesn't really take care of himself so you often tell him how much you love him just to make sure he gets sleep at night or doesn't over work himself. You were walking back home tiredly, holding your graded assignment tightly in your hand. Band Chan was warming up some noodles in the microwave when you walked in and he immediately looked worried when he saw how tired you looked.

"H-How was your day, kiddo? Are you...Alright?" He walked closer to you when you closed the front door behind you and he slicked your hair back, looking down at you.

"What are you holding?" He said with is Australian accent, looking at you nervously. You handed the paper to him and he stared at it with slightly wide eyes.

"48% on your physics test...?" He looked back at you. Seeing how you looked disappointed in yourself, he didn't want you to become sad over this. He didn't want you to see yourself as a failure.

"Ah, kiddo...Who needs physics, yeah?" He chuckled softly. "There's a bunch of jobs that don't include that stuff."