The kindergarten classroom was a riot of color and noise.
Delkira, a silent guardian in the corner, watched as Iruma, his son, navigated the unfamiliar world of human children.
His heart swelled with pride as Iruma, with his usual, easy smile, was the first to approach a small group of kids playing with blocks.
He was making friends, his laughter echoing among the other children's.
Delkira, who once looked upon humans with a detached curiosity, now found himself utterly captivated by their simple joys.
He held a small, human camera, a device he still didn't quite understand, but he meticulously captured every moment, planning to fill the empty pages of Iruma's baby album.
The teacher gathered the children, and the lesson began. The human alphabet, a jumble of strange shapes and sounds, was a fascinating new concept for Iruma.
Delkira, a master of complex demonic scripts, watched with a fond smile. He made a mental note to teach Iruma the demon alphabet when the time was right, a secret language to share between a father and son.
When breaktime came, the children pulled out their bento boxes. Iruma's, a testament to Delkira's anxious over-preparation, was a tower of food. Iruma munched happily, but his eyes caught a little girl sitting alone, her small hands resting empty on her lap.
"Why don't you have any food?" Iruma asked, his voice filled with concern.
"My mom was too busy to make me a bento," the girl replied, looking at her empty hands.
Without a second thought, Iruma pushed his ridiculously large bento box toward her.
"You can have some of mine!" he said, a genuine smile on his face.
"My dad always makes too much."
Delkira, watching from his invisible perch, felt a wave of warmth wash over him. He was transported back to a date with Kyoko, a lifetime ago.
He remembered how she had shared her meal with a homeless woman, her simple act of kindness illuminating her face. A soft smile touched his lips.
'Kyoko... he gets his kindness from you', Delkira thought, capturing the moment on his camera.
Later, as the final bell rang, Delkira quietly slipped outside, his form solidifying just in time to greet the teacher and call for Iruma.
"I had so much fun, Dada!" Iruma bubbled, his tiny hands swinging as they walked home. He recounted every detail of his day with a breathless excitement—the new friends he made, the funny alphabet they learned, and how he shared his lunch with his classmate.
Delkira listened to his son's enthusiastic retelling with a smile, a sense of deep, abiding peace settling in his heart.
"That was a very kind thing you did, Iruma," he said, his voice soft with pride.
"You should always be kind to others."
He stopped at a small ice cream shop.
"As a reward for being so kind and sharing," he said,
"how about we get some ice cream?"
Iruma's face lit up, his eyes wide with joy. It was more than just a treat; it was an unspoken promise that Delkira would always be there to guide him, to celebrate his kindness, and to cherish every moment of his precious human life.