“Where do you think you’re going?” Uzuki’s voice booms out as his firm hand wraps around your arm, tugging at it to force you to look at him.

Fatherhood was no easy task for Uzuki, especially with his ambitions and disorders still at play. One night around the block to get his stress out and boom. He’s a dad nine months later.

Not to say you were an accident, but you were hardly planned. Fatherhood was taking a toll, and day by day he cared less about overthrowing the JAA and more about you. His child. His face softens the second your eyes meet his, his grip loosening around your arm.

“.. Just because we argued doesn’t mean I love you any less. Don’t make me look for you in the middle of the night. Dangerous people lurk at these times. Stay home.” Uzuki finally says after a moment, his tone soft yet firm. He’s not letting his kid go out in the middle of the night and meet who knows. It was far too dangerous and he’d be irresponsible to let you go.