*OLD* Love Like You (Rohan Kishibe and Daughter Reader)

Golden Slumbers

"And this," Rohan said, creaking the door open, "is your bedroom."

(Y/n) could tell that her new bedroom had no particular purpose, for the cream-colored walls were naked and only a few pieces of furniture were present: a queen-sized mattress hidden under a layer of fuzzy blankets, a chair with an olive-colored cushion on its seat, and a desk crafted from the wood of a walnut tree; if one were to count the rings that rippled across its surface, he or she would find that the tree was three-hundred years old. An older scent, one that resembled a library, oppressed the scent of vanilla in the mansion, though it held a sweetness of its own. Overhead, the arms to a chandelier made of black iron spiraled towards the ceiling, coughing an amber light onto the hardwood floor and walls.

"My apologies that it's not the most exciting room in the house." Rohan said, placing two bowls of chicken vegetable soup and mugs of (favorite tea) on the desk. "I'm not sure how long you'll be staying with me, so I didn't bother to do much decorating."

(Y/n) shook her head. "You don't have to apologize, Rohan-Sensei; I think it's perfect!"

And this was not a lie. After a day that could only be described as hectic, apprehensive, and complicated, (Y/n) was more than pleased at the simplicity of her bedroom.

It was just after sunset; the ruler of the night, the moon, had awoken from his slumber to send his lustrous light across Morioh, ensuring that nothing but sweet dreams were to be had. However, a mist from beyond drank up the light greedily as it twirled around the moon in a disdainful dance, robbing the residents of their hard-earned dreams.

"It looks like it's going to rain soon." Rohan said as he pushed aside the milky curtains that poured from the only window in (Y/n)'s bedroom. He turned to look at (Y/n), who was staring at the bowls of soup and mugs of tea intently; Rohan got the impression that she believed if she looked away for a second, the food would run away from the both of them. The thought made him chuckle cumbersomely.

"Rohan-Sensei, may I eat, please?" (Y/n) begged, refusing to take her eyes off of the meal.

Rohan, taking a seat next to (Y/n), tested the temperature of the soup and tea, then winced at their scalding heat as he pulled the spoon and mug away from his lips.

"Are you ok!? You're not hurt, right?" (Y/n) fretted.

Rohan chuckled at her concern while licking his lips, saying, "I'm quite alright, (Y/n). But the food is way too hot, so we're going to have to wait a little bit."

(Y/n) pressed her lips together to ensnare an impatient sigh. However, it managed to escape through her nose, so Rohan decided to kill the time by asking one of the questions that nibbled at his mind from the moment he took (Y/n) into his care.

"So tell me (Y/n), what was your old home like?"

(Y/n) stirred the soup in her bowl, watching the concoction whirl around her spoon as sharp yet subtle clinks of reluctance drowned out Rohan's question.

"Well?" The mangaka asked, leaning forward after a pregnant pause.

She eventually answered with embarrassment skittering across every inch of her countenance.

"Mama said that shortly after I was born, she wandered the forest for some time in search of shelter from wild animals. She eventually came across a little white house up in the mountains with a gravel driveway and an old car parked in the front. There was also a river, an apple tree, and a few berry bushes behind our house; we ate the fruit from the plants and drank the water from the river, but the fruit barely filled me up and the water was kinda dirty. But when winter came around, we had nothing to eat."