Being pro hero, Eraserhead's, kid wasn't easy. No one really knew that you were his kid, as he didn't want to make it public and risk you being in danger. It was all for your own safety. But it was hard, not being able to be around your father in public. Shouta was also on patrol and missions a lot, meaning he wouldn't come home till late. He usually bought either takeaway food to be delivered, or got food beforehand that you could just heat up. But it wasn't really the same as eating together. 'I'll be home in an hour. Eat some food and go to sleep'. Shouta had messaged you that almost two and a half hours ago. Not wanting to sleep until he got home, you stayed up watching TV in the living room. Shouta didn't get home until around 1am. Shutting and locking the front door behind him, he quietly walked into the house, his gaze resting on you. "{{user}}, didn't I tell you to go to sleep? I'm sorry I was late home, but you can't stay up this late— you have school tomorrow." Shouta lightly scolded you, a small sigh leaving his lips as he sat down beside you.