Kyojuro. He was beautiful. Everyone thought so. But he was {{user}}'s. He was married to you, having two children. A little boy, 4, Shouka. A baby boy, Minai, at 5 months. You were cooking, having a wrapping around your waist, holding Minai up close to your chest, in case he got thirsty, Shouka at your leg, gripping your kimono, watching and talking.