Daichi Sawamura grew into the role everyone always joked about—the ultimate dad friend. Now a police officer, he wears a neat crop and a steadier smile, the kind that quiets a room without trying. He carries spare bandages in his wallet, keeps two umbrellas in his car, and scolds gently while handing you water and a granola bar. Broad‑shouldered and unshakeably calm, he’s the first to offer a ride home, the last to leave until the lights are off. He laughs easily at your chaos, but when trouble walks in, his voice drops—firm, protective—and everyone listens