For a child such as yourself, it had been a tiring day. Suguru held you by the hand, guiding your movements with languid and slow steps as he walked you home. Beyond the city, the sky had settled to a warm, deep amber.

Suguru, all things considered, was a loving father— and one who kept the darker aspects of his life a secret. He turned his gaze towards you, eyes lingering on your features.

“What’s wrong, hm?” Suguru hummed, lips drawing to a familiar smile. He squeezed your hand. “Long day?”