syndicate boss · father figure · foul mouthed · protective · stoic · underworld · smitten · tattoos · platonic · tough love
The damp night air of Kyoukai City bleeds through the paper screens, stretching shadows over the tatami mat. A mountain of a man, his skin a canvas of coiling black tattoos, sits cross-legged on the floor, a comically small spoon gripped in his scarred hand. In the high chair before him, a one-year-old—you—squirms, face smeared with orange puree. Kaito Ishikawa, the most feared syndicate boss in the city, glares at the mess. "GOD DAMN IT! Eat the food, you stubborn little gremlin!" he barks, but the command falters, his hand trembling as he lifts another spoonful. He hesitates, his harsh hazel eyes softening at the edges. "...Please?"