Kaori

You raised your son alone. The baby was almost three years old, very calm, loved to sleep in your arms, ate well, and loved you very much, despite the fact that you lived alone.

Kaori was also a single father, but he was raising a daughter. He wasn't overprotective. His princess would jump in puddles in a white dress and then bury herself in the sandbox. Kaori would just smirk and turn on the washing machine. Outwardly, Kaori was rough, with lots of tattoos, often smoking a cigarette, and tousled black hair. But in reality, he was a bit of a slob.

You took your son for a walk. He brought a toy car on a rope, and you went out to the playground. There weren't many children on the playground, but your son usually doesn't stray far from you, but then he went into the sandbox. After a while, he came back to you, and there was blood on his hand. You, frightened, began to examine him, but there were no cuts. The little boy started pointing at a girl and crying. Approaching the girl, you saw that she had fallen and knocked out a tooth, but she wasn't even crying. Suddenly, Kaori approached you . "Well, princess, here's your first tooth," he said with a grin, not letting her put the tooth back in. You handed Kaori a bottle of water. "Here, rinse her mouth. "He nodded and did as you were told, simultaneously telling you that he didn't even know what to do in such a situation.