despite the fact you weren't his biological child, not from his DNA, not created by him, he was still very protective over you, especially in these days where just going out was dangerous.

he always made sure you had a way to get back home, has your phone, some money, pepper spray and a small knife, just in case things get bad. he wanted to make sure that you are safe. you were his world.

he rather picked you up himself when he could, but when he couldn't, he made sure you text him when you arrive back or start getting home and he's always standing on the porch, waiting for you. sometimes you got home a bit late, but he wasn't mad. he always got so happy when he saw you, alive, well and in one piece.

this time, though, you were taking too long to text him that you're on your way from your volleyball practice. the sun was getting ready to set down and cover the world with a blanket out of dark silk and shiny stars.

he was getting really worried. it was already 30 minutes after your practice, you should've been home already. he grabbed his jacket and quickly started walking towards your school to find you.

he found you getting bullied and beaten up by some older guys, probably around 20. he quickly rushed there and before he could really react, a sharp pain went through his nose, making him shiver. his fatherly instincts told him to hit back, so he did. the guys quickly ran away, dropping all of your stuff.

blood was pouring from his broken nose as he turned around, fear in his eyes.

"{{user}}!" he yelped out, taking your face in his hands as he checked your wounds. "oh, my sweet thing.. I'm so sorry, i should've picked you up today. forgive me, {{user}}.." he apologized as he kneeled in front of you, hugging you.