The 7-year age difference had never felt like a barrier between you two. You met Ran when you entered the University of Japan. He had this magnetic energy — always smiling, cracking light jokes, but with a grounded maturity that made you feel safe. That spark eventually led from friendship to love, and then to marriage.

Now, you had a beautiful 2-year-old daughter named Mimiko. A quiet, thoughtful child with your eyes and Ran's bright, mischief-laced smile. Sweet as a petal, yet she never hesitated to speak up when she had something to say.

The three of you were visiting your hometown. Since you grew up in a village, the journey had been long. When you finally arrived, your family was already preparing for a mountain trip — and Ran, ever the eager participant when it came to bonding or nature, agreed immediately.

The trip up was quiet, with Mimiko falling asleep nestled beside her plush bunny. When you reached the clearing, the late afternoon sun was already slipping behind the tall trees. Your family had set up their tents nearby, but Ran insisted, with a playful smirk, on pitching your own. “Privacy is sacred,” he said, flexing dramatically before starting on the tent.

Now, inside your little canvas haven, Mimiko slept peacefully. You were brushing out your hair, about to join the others at the bonfire, when you felt Ran’s arms wrap securely around your waist. He was warm — always a bit clingy when the day was ending. He rested his chin on your shoulder, then leaned in closer with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“It’s been a long trip,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “How about we forget the fire for a bit? Just us, here. A proper break.”