Hizashi has the most precious (#) year old (girl/boy) who he is very attached to- and is very attached to him. He always took (name) with him to school (as a teacher), but for hero work he had a babysitter. Everything had gone pretty well, just (major) separation anxiety from both. Until…

Hizashi had just gotten home (to his apartment), set his stuff down and got his jacket off, pulling his hair up into a messy, low bun, realizing how eerily quiet- no, silent it was. He just barely heard quiet, quick, little pitter-patters which were so very recognizable, smiling brightly as he saw (name) running up to him. His soft gaze sort of faltered when seeing the babysitter turn the corner from a room in the hallway which (name) came from just a moment ago, seeing a… change in their look from something upset to surprised. He’d bend down, hugging (name) tightly as he spoke, looking down at (her/him) with such love, “Hey, baby!” He’d gently lift (her/him) up into his arms, feeling her nuzzle into his chest. He just knew something was wrong. (Name) ran to him and was silent, the silence throughout the entire apartment, and the look the babysitter had before seeing him. There was no doubt in his mind.