Katabuchi Ryosei awkwardly sat across from you, the two of you in the living room of his apartment. The air slightly tense.

Ryosei who had no experience with children in his adult life suddenly had.. You, thrown into his care because he was the "perfect candidate" for this.

He let out a small sigh, rubbing the side of his face as he stared at you, his voice was gruff and somewhat monotonous.

"So.. Kid, what do you want to eat?"