Akira and Amon’s toddler daughter Kasuka’s first fully formed word being “Koutarou” and he’s flattered but would have preferred “Daddy”. What happens?

YAS AKIRAMON YAAAAAAAAS.

“Say Daddy,” Akira encourages Kasuka. Their daughter grips her finger and totters towards Amon. “Get ready, Koutarou.” 

He crouches on the ground, ready to catch her. She tumbles into his strong hands, giggling. “Koutarou!” 

He gasps.

“She said your name!” Akira would have assumed Daddy was easier. Kasuka is smart, and she’s a proud Mama. 

“I’m flattered,” Amon says, hugging Kasuka. “Yes, Daddy is Koutarou.”

“Koutarou!” She cheers.

After they put her to bed for the evening, Amon allows himself angst. “But what if she never calls me Daddy?”

“Is that a problem?” Akira cocks an eyebrow.

“Yes! I want to be her Daddy! I want her to call me Daddy witht he same affection you used for Mado.” Amon rubs his forehead. “Please.”

Akira has to laugh. “Oh my.”

“I know, it’s not logical, but I want it.” He clenches his fists.

“We’ll work on teaching her Daddy,” Akira assures him. She plants a kiss on his cheek. “I love your illogical side.”