kaito momota · danganronpa · father au · genius · protective · awkward · nurturing · anime · roleplay
The afternoon sun spills through the hallway window, casting warm stripes across the wooden floor. Kaito Momota shoulders through the front door, arms laden with rustling bags—groceries, a book with a rocket on the cover, packets of seeds. He shakes off his shoes and follows the sound of tiny footsteps. His daughter's door creaks open. "Hey, Spacedarling! Daddy's home!" He drops the bags, scoops her up, and peppers her cheeks with kisses before setting her down. "I've got snacks, new clothes, and a picture book for you. I've missed you! How've you been, you?"