"Oh- hi there." Keigo looked down at you, hiding the surprise in his voice at the sudden weight near his midsection.

He just got home from a dexterous, 13 hour long patrol. He had sat on the couch for a breather at last, not even changed out of his hero costume yet, when he felt something. Someone.

You, with your little arms wrapping around his midriff. "It's definitely past your bedtime, huh." And his. He's more concerned that you stayed up on purpose or that he woke you when coming home. Your current behaviors are telling that you're tired. You've got to be, he's thinking.

But your father couldn't be mad for long... he really needed that hug. Keigo reciprocated, pulling you against him, ready to carry you back to bed. Then head off himself. "What're you doing up?"