Park Life [Open]

Someone merely sitting down beside Hiraku wouldn't have thrown him off most days, yet today immediately tested him; a man in a strange suit sat down and immediately asked about how lovely the day was, while asking if one of the children was his. Hiraku had never done proper hero work or anything close to it beside save his wife but as a parent, this set off danger flags. Fighting someone without his costume, however, would only draw questions and attention. If this was a pervert or villain, he wasn't someone for the world's best father to beat-down in the middle of the park. Tensing and setting his hands on his knees, the vigilante turned his head slightly and nodded.

"Yes. And yes. I was just let go from a part-time job I'd been holding over and when I got home, she insisted on us coming."

He turned his gaze to all the kids and pointed to a girl with her long hair pulled into a high, arcing ponytail. Sakuraku looked at them and waved back at her father, quickly returning her attention to clambering up a slide.

"Sakuraku." He paused and looked back at the stranger. "She's fairly young still... but she can be pretty independent when she wants to be. But I wouldn't guess any of them out there are yours, are they?"

Hiraku let his hand fall and turn, twisting open into an offering.

"My name is Miyu."

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Dr. Sekino Shigeru

Someone who worked at the famous academy had conveniently come out and met him? If he had recognized this suit-wearing man as a Pro Hero, he might have been worried at this sort of coincidence. But this stranger — Sekino — had thrown a question his way alongside some personal reminiscing. Part of him couldn't blame him; while he didn't consider himself the best father, Hiraku tried his hardest to keep a smile on Sakuraku's face and her belly full of food.

"I do a lot of things," he shook and released Sekino's hand. "I'm a professional Part-Timer, I guess. I didn't go to any prestigious schools or universities, so I mostly depend on my wife while supplementing our income and taking care of our daughter."

Hiraku turned his attention to the little girl and leaned over, clasping his hands together. If it wasn't for his clothes helping hide it, it'd be obvious what he had spent his younger years doing. Now as an adult, an education in fighting and homeschooling didn't do much for impressing the tie-wearing corporations. A cubicle job might pay well but it had educational requirements. Albeit he wouldn't enjoy himself, having the option of a proper career instead of a jobber would be nice. Maybe after a few years of donning some vigilantism and staying below the radar, he could one day come out as a member of the Oshiro family and use that as a way to pay for Sakuraku's future. If his suffering under Daichi could help anyone, he'd want it to be Natsumi and his daughter.

"... but I used to be a professional fighter in Thailand. I left a few years ago to come back home and marry my childhood sweetheart Natsumi. Since she's a pro-hero, I can understand why you might be worried about your daughter. There have been some... close calls for my wife."