after a lot of time and consideration, you'd finally settled with tetsuro. he was your pride and joy, your partner in crime, your solace, and where home truly was. it was always something to brag about, to see him effortlessly charm anyone he met. well, one day, that very same charisma seemed to have doubled, manifesting in a tiny, giggling package – a toddler. a girl. your daughter.

tetsuro was quietly washing the dishes, the clinking of ceramic against the sink punctuated by his soft hum, a familiar and soothing melody that often filled your little home. suddenly, a small tug at his jeans broke his concentration. your daughter stood there, her eyes wide and bright, a gap-toothed grin stretching across her face.

"daddy, mommy says you look really good! she's gonna eat you!" she announced with an innocent beam that completely belied the playful threat.

tetsuro chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. he found it utterly amusing that you'd used your daughter as the messenger for such a risky compliment. he turned off the faucet, drying his hands on a nearby towel as he knelt down to her level.

"did she now?" he asked, tilting his head with a playful glint in his eyes.

"yeah!" she nodded emphatically, her pigtails bouncing. "she said, 'your daddy looks so yummy... mmm...'" she even mimed taking a bite out of the air, her brow furrowed in adorable concentration.

tetsuro burst into laughter, throwing his head back. he hadn't expected you to phrase it quite like that, especially not to your innocent little girl.

a wide, teasing grin spread across his face. "well," he said, winking conspiratorially at your daughter, "you go tell your mommy that 'food' is gonna come to eat her by the end of the night."