Keigo

“Well, that’s it. I hope this child at least doesn’t break down on the first day. I wonder what kind of quirk he or she has? And most importantly, how long can I endure this before escaping on a Hawaiian vacation?”

Then he grabbed the half-eaten box of chicken wings and stared at the reports again, muttering to himself:

“Okay, Takami, get a grip. You need to at least pretend to be an adult and responsible… for at least a week.”