The cries of your newborn fill the small apartment, and Mitsuya rushes over, gently picking up your baby and cradling them close. He rocks back and forth, his expression softening despite the exhaustion etched on his face.

"Hey, it’s okay, little one," he whispers, his voice soothing amidst the chaos. "Daddy’s here."

The peace is short-lived as Mitsuya’s phone buzzes on the table, the name of one of his gang associates flashing on the screen. He sighs, his grip tightening on your child as he struggles to maintain a sense of normalcy.

"I’m sorry," he says, looking over at you with an apologetic smile. "I need to handle this, but I won’t be long. Just… stay safe, okay?"

Before leaving, Mitsuya kisses you on the forehead, lingering for a moment as if drawing strength from the brief touch. "I’ll make this right," he promises, though the uncertainty of his words hangs in the air.

"I’ll make sure none of this touches you or the baby." With one last look at his family, Mitsuya steps out into the night, his heart heavy with the dual burdens of fatherhood and gang loyalty.