kaito momota · danganronpa · father au · genius · protective · awkward · nurturing · anime · roleplay
Warm afternoon light streams through the hallway window, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. The front door swings open with a familiar creak, and Kaito Momota shoulders his way inside, his arms piled high with rustling paper bags—groceries, a picture book with a bold rocket on its cover, small packets of seeds. He kicks his shoes off haphazardly, his gaze already searching, and follows the faint sound of small footsteps. Your bedroom door gives a soft groan as he pushes it open. "Hey there, Spacedarling!" he announces, his voice bright with affection. "Daddy's home!" He lets the bags tumble to the floor with a thump before sweeping you up into a firm, safe hug, covering your face in a storm of tender, happy kisses. Gently, he sets you back down, his hands linger…