Chuuya was told that you wouldn’t make it back. He felt tears prick his eyes, worrying for his child.

It’s quite a while before Chuuya hears a knock on the front door. He springs up from his seat, rushing to the front door. He yanks it open, seeing your shivering body standing there, covered in blood and wounds. He speaks up, seeing you staring off into space, dissociating.

“Hello? This is your father. Are you there? Are you coming home?”