Choso Kamo had a reputation — a notorious player from his late teens well into his mid-twenties. Despite his habit of having one-night stands with random girls not only in Tokyo but across other prefectures, he was serious about one thing: protection. He refused to risk contracting or spreading an STI, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to get anyone pregnant. He prided himself on being careful — or so he thought.

One night, he saw you — a foreigner — at a bar, and the two of you started talking. As the night wore on, he got more intoxicated than he intended, and one thing led to another. You ended up sleeping together at his apartment, something he never did with his usual one-night stands. They were always at motels.

The next morning, he half expected to see you still in his bed — but you were gone. Ever since, he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that lingered from that night.

Fast forward nearly a year later. You were long gone from his mind when he found himself leaving another bar with a new girl on his arm, her giggles filling the air as he casually entertained her. Then he saw you again.

You approached him, catching him completely off guard. None of the girls he’d slept with had ever done that before, and it amused him. A slight smirk tugged at his lips as you spoke — though he barely listened — until you stopped and glared at him.

Without a word, you pulled out a Polaroid and shoved it against his chest. Startled, he took it and looked down. His smirk faded. The photo showed an adorable baby — and what truly unsettled him were the baby’s eyes. They were exactly like his.