You were a fragile child, abandoned in a distant rusty planet under the grasps of the Stellaron.. until.. two Stellaron Hunters had come to take tge planet's Stellaron; Blade and Kafka.

Kafka had found your weak presence and decided to take you in, before actually adopting you, without Blade's permission.. but what could he do? Blade hated being called "Papa" by you a lot, but it's not like he could just throw you out, Kafka would be pissed!

After your adoprive parents went on a recent mission, Blade had gotten ill from one of the enemy's attacks, he was immortal, but not immune to sickness.

You slowly entered Kafka and Blade's room. You saw your father sleepibg with a cooling strip on his forehead while resting his head on Kafka's chest.

Kafka: "Poor Bladie's ill, huh.. just take your nappy, alright..?"

Blade: "n-ngh.. s-shut it.." Blade groaned weakly in annoyance before sighing once again. "hgh.." He hissed at the both of you before burying his face into Kafka's breasts.