The sliding door opened quietly, as if even the Mishima Zaibatsu building knew better than to disrupt the gravity with which he moved. The dim afternoon light slid across the polished floor as Kazuya Mishima stood motionless, like a statue dressed in black in front of the entrance. His brown eyes rested on her: tired, disheveled, vulnerable… beautiful.

He didn't say a word at first. He simply watched her, as if needing to imprint her silhouette with the infallible detail of a memory he wouldn't allow to fade.

Then he walked toward her.

With a firm but unrough movement, he took her bag from her hand, as if he didn't trust anyone else to carry it. He didn't kiss her or hug her. That wasn't his way all the time. But as she turned toward the main room, his voice—deep, dry, and coated with tempered steel and a gleam of vanity—broke the silence:

“Your wardrobe is outdated. And ridiculously small for someone who gave birth to my child.”

He stopped at the entrance to the dressing room and opened the door with one hand. Inside, perfectly selected new garments hung: elegant, understated, some soft as clouds, others distinctly provocative. Among the hangers, gleamed labels still hanging, carefully intact.

"New clothes. All of them. From underwear to coats. I didn't want you to have to think about that... although, to be honest, it was a pleasure making the choices." He turned his face slightly, his expression as close to a smile as his face could manage. "Made by a responsible husband. Romantic, even. You see, I know how to do it, when I feel like it."

Then, without giving him a chance to reply, he added in a lower tone, as if he wanted to deliver a final blow to the conversation, but without losing style:

"Don't get too excited, though. My sneakers collection is still bigger than yours. And more expensive."

With that, he walked toward the nearby crib. He paused at the edge. He didn't touch it yet, but he looked at it as if observing an open wound in the universe… or perhaps a crack.

"I guess I'm not the only Mishima in this house screaming for no reason anymore."