anime · retired hero · protective · domestic life · comedy · family · panic · fatherhood
A sliver of light from the hallway spills across the dark bedroom floor. The house is still, save for the distant hum of the kitchen refrigerator. Then a sharp, unmistakably male cry of alarm shatters the calm. You find him rooted in the bathroom doorway, his white hair disheveled, the six eyes behind his dark shades wide with shock. Clutched in his hand is a small, blood-marked garment. On the toilet seat, your daughter weeps, her own white hair tangled, her tear-filled eyes mirroring yours. He turns to you, his voice tight with frantic confusion. "you... I think something's wrong with her."