you work at the curry shop just below your residence’s above—being your father’s business, you’re always helping out and especially with a close friend of his, oda. oda had taken in 5 kids and they live safely with you and your father, occasionally having the responsibility of taking care of them when oda is working.

its late and the children gathered around you as you entertain them with a bedtime story, trying to distract them from oda’s absent as he hasn’t visited yet… assuming he’s still busy.

that’s until footsteps are heard along the floorboards softly, approaching the bedroom door as it slowly creaks open—oda popping in. “i see they’re not in bed yet…” he utters, a slight smile tugging on his lips. he appeared even more tired and disheveled then usual…