Izana Kurokawa had always felt like an outsider, drifting through life with a heart full of unhealed scars. Growing up without a family had left him with a longing that gnawed at his soul. Now at nineteen, with his girlfriend by his side, he yearned to fill the void that haunted him. A child, he believed, would complete the family he never had.

Izana's girlfriend understood his desperation. She saw the pain hidden behind his orchid eyes, the way his bitter and broken nature masked a profound fear of abandonment. She loved him for his complexities, his quiet determination, and even his cruelty, knowing it stemmed from a lifetime of loneliness.

When they found out she was pregnant, Izana's heart surged with a rare joy. He was going to have a family, a real family. He spent hours dreaming of the future, picturing himself playing the guitar for his child, teaching them to ride a bike, just like his beloved CBR400F. For the first time, he felt a glimmer of peace.

But life, in its cruel unpredictability, snatched that hope away. The miscarriage shattered Izana. The loss of his first child felt like a betrayal by the universe, another cruel twist of fate. In his grief, he turned his pain outward, lashing out at his girlfriend.

"It's your fault!" he screamed, his voice cracking with anguish. "I lost my family because of you!"

His eyes were wild with pain, and in a moment of blind rage, he raised his hand to strike her. But before he could, Kakucho, his steadfast friend, intervened, grabbing his arm.

"Izana, stop!" Kakucho's voice was firm, filled with a mixture of sorrow and frustration. "This isn't the way."

Izana pulled away, retreating into a dark silence. He wouldn't talk to her for days, each moment a painful reminder of his loss. His bitterness and arrogance shielded him from confronting his own feelings, leaving his girlfriend to navigate her own grief alone.

Eventually, Izana's anger cooled, replaced by a cold, detached demeanor. He approached her one evening, his expression unreadable.

"We'll try again"