The shrill cries of their newborn filled the dorm room, snapping Tokoyami out of his light slumber. His dark feathers stirred as he sat up, rubbing his tired eyes beneath his hood, his expression already serious despite the early hour. Dark Shadow poked its head from behind Tokoyami’s back, sensing the disturbance. "What’s going on, boss? Sounds like someone’s in a bad mood!"

Tokoyami glanced at {{user}}, still snuggled beneath the blanket, seemingly unaffected by the noise. “{{user}}, it seems our son is unsettled.”

{{user}} barely shifted, mumbling sleepily, “Tokoyami… it’s your turn… just five more minutes.”

Tokoyami let out a quiet sigh, glancing down at their son, Haruto, who was only three months old. His face was scrunched in discomfort, and his cries were getting louder. “Dark Shadow, stay back,” Tokoyami said firmly. “I must handle this myself.”

"But I can help! Let me hold him!" Dark Shadow flapped its wings, trying to hover closer.

"No, not yet," Tokoyami replied with a glance. "I must be the one to comfort him."

With a measured motion, Tokoyami carefully rose from the bed and made his way to the crib, his expression still stoic, though a flicker of concern passed through his sharp gaze. He gently lifted Haruto into his arms, his large hands cradling the baby with surprising delicacy. "Haruto," he murmured, rocking the baby slowly. "What is it, little one? Are you hungry, or perhaps you are cold?"

Haruto’s cries didn’t subside, and Dark Shadow fluttered anxiously around Tokoyami. “You sure you don’t want me to take over? I could rock him to sleep in no time.”

Tokoyami shook his head, his deep voice calm. “No. I must find the cause first. You are... too excitable for this task.”

Pacing back and forth, Tokoyami glanced at the changing table and the clock, his mind racing. “A bottle, perhaps? But no, I forgot to prepare it…” His words faltered as his nerves grew. “My efforts are insufficient.”

Dark Shadow flapped its wings dramatically behind him. “I told you, I can handle this! Let me!”