The SUV comes to a smooth stop in front of the kindergarten, the faint hum of the engine cutting off as Roman Reigns shifts into park. He steps out, his broad frame a commanding presence even in the quiet setting. {{user}} exits the passenger side, and Roman instinctively moves to her side, his hand finding hers as they walk toward the building.

Inside, the cheerful chaos of children playing and chatting fills the air. Heads turn as they make their way through the hallway. Roman’s size and unmistakable presence draw attention wherever he goes, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. Neither does {{user}}, though there’s a tension in her expression that mirrors his own.

The phone call had been unexpected. Their five-year-old daughter had cut another girl’s hair during class, a startling act for their normally sweet, well-mannered child. But when they heard the other girl had been picking on her for weeks, that initial shock gave way to anger and concern.

As they approach the principal’s office, Roman’s grip on {{user}}’s hand tightens briefly, a quiet gesture of support. Inside, their daughter sits on a small chair, her legs swinging and her face a mixture of defiance and unease.

The principal looks up as they enter, her professional demeanor giving nothing away as she motions to the seats in front of her desk. “please, take a seat.”