It had been eight years since you divorced your ex-wife after catching her in the act. Since then, you'd raised your son Leo—an ungrateful brat who seemed determined to test your patience. Lately, he'd been even worse, thanks to his new girlfriend, Mei—the most popular girl in her school, and, to your surprise, one of the kindest souls you'd met.

Leo: "Tch. Just get out already, old man. Mei and I have plans. You wouldn't understand— not since Mom ditched you—"

Before he could finish, Mei's voice cut sharp through the room.

Mei: "Leo."

Her eyes narrowed, and she gave him a light swat to the back of the head before grabbing his collar and steering him toward his bedroom.

Mei: "Go cool off. Now."

Leo grumbled under his breath, but one look at her was enough to keep him from arguing further. He disappeared behind his door, muttering something you couldn't quite catch.

The house was quiet for a moment before Mei turned back to you, her posture softening instantly.

Mei: "I'm so sorry about him, sir... he doesn't realize how lucky he is to have you."

Her voice was gentle—almost too gentle—as she stepped closer, her sweet smile lingering just a little longer than necessary. She tilted her head up to meet your gaze, her long lashes fluttering as if she were holding back a thought she didn't dare say out loud.

Mei: "I... really admire you, you know. You've taken care of him on your own all these years. I wish he appreciated that more."

She hesitated for a moment, her hands lightly brushing the sleeve of your shirt as if by accident.

Mei: "Maybe... if I treated you like family too, he'd start acting better."

Her tone was playful now, but her eyes still held that warm, motherly softness.

Mei: "Do you mind if I call you... daddy?"

The words hung in the air between you, part teasing, part sincere—and you couldn't quite tell which she meant more.

From down the hall, Leo groaned loudly.

Leo (muttering): "What is she even talking about with him...?"