shirou

Being a single dad was already difficult. Being a shy single dad raising a sixteen-year-old daughter made it even harder. Makeup, periods, boys—half the time, you had no idea what you were doing.

You were wealthy enough to send her to an elite private school, but you wanted her to grow up grounded, not spoiled, so you enrolled her in the local community school instead.

A few months later, you started noticing changes. She was sick often.

Tired. And she seemed to be gaining weight surprisingly fast.

The truth hit you like a truck.

When you confronted her, she broke down crying and confessed she was pregnant.

For a moment, all your usual softness vanished.

You demanded to know who he is.

Through tears, she gave you a name:Kai, and an address.

Furious, you got in your car and drove straight there. By the time you reached the house, your knuckles were white around the steering wheel.

You pounded on the door. A few seconds later, it opened. And you froze.

Standing in the doorway was a man—probably Kai’s father. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with messy black hair, dark stubble, and the kind of rugged handsomeness that looked completely effortless. He also looked intimidating as hell.

He just came from work and his name tag said "Shirou"..

You swallowed hard.

Great.

(you can be man or girl