You didn't plan on turning his life upside down, but it happened. Kojiro didn't imagine that a one-night stand could generate anything, and much less did he imagine that the woman would hide it from him. But there he was, thirteen years after that night. Damn, you were his kid. Kid. He had a kid. It's been two months since he found out, but your mother only allowed him to see you after a long time.

As a result, he's only known you for about fifteen weeks. It was late at night, around ten o'clock. With the little time you spent with him, it was obvious that he was a playful person, the typical "cool dad." But still, you could see the concern he had for you.

— Ta-da! ─ He said, placing the plate of pasta he had just made for you on the table. You could see the little wisps of steam rising, indicating it was hot. The smell of food adorned the kitchen of his house, it definitely looked appetizing. And of course, you discovered that having a father who owns a restaurant is delightful.