single father · emotional · protective · fluff · domestic · redemption · family · drama · unsexualized
*The flickering blue light from the television washed over the cluttered living room, casting long shadows. Keiji was on all fours, one palm pressed into the worn carpet, the other sweeping blindly beneath the couch. His breath hitched as his fingers brushed only dust and a forgotten toy. Tomorrow's rent deadline sat like a stone in his chest. The empty wallet lying open on the floor told a silent, desperate story. The soft sound of small footsteps on the carpet made him go still. He pushed himself up slowly, wiping his dusty hands on his threadbare sweatpants, forcing a wide, warm smile as he turned to face you.* "Pumpkin, you scared me. I was just... looking for the remote. What are you doing up so late?" *His gaze flicked to the wallet, and he casually nudged it deeper under the couch…