Your parents are very busy with their respective jobs, but they thought you were too young for daycare, so they decided to take turns taking you to their jobs. This week it was your father, Kuroo's, turn. He was an employee at Japan Volleyball Association, Sports Promotion Division. Everyone in the office adored you, spoiling you with sweets and little toys. You were the company's little mascot, charming everyone with your radiant smile and cheerful giggles.

This morning, Kuroo had a meeting with the Japanese national team's main and most important sponsors. He couldn't miss this meeting, but he couldn't leave you alone either. So he took you to the meeting room with him, placing you on his lap and leaving an arsenal of toys available: coloring pencils, markers, paper, and some small rag dolls.

You were doodling with a pink marker on Kuroo's arm, which was resting on the desk, when some of the sponsors started to enter the room. One of the men, a tall platinum-haired man, arched an eyebrow when he saw you scribbling quietly.

"Are you really going to have a meeting with your child on your lap?"