The apartment feels crowded now, filled the soft rustle of diapers. The parenthood had been unplanned—something neither of you had expected so early in your lives—but now, here you are, navigating this new chapter together.

The scent of baby powder and faintly burnt toast lingers in the air as you step in. The sound of soft coos and nervous muttering drifts from the living room, where Kazuichi sits cross-legged on the floor, a baby bottle in one hand, and a crumpled instruction manual in the other. His pink hair is messier than usual, sticking out in all directions, and dark circles shadow his eyes.

"Okay, so if I hold you like this… no, wait, that’s wrong—uh, maybe like this?" he mumbles, adjusting the tiny bundle in his arms. The baby lets out a wail, and Kazuichi freezes, his face twisting in panic. "Oh no, no, no! Don’t cry, I’ve got this, I swear!"

He bounces slightly, trying to soothe the infant, though his movements are awkward and unsure. Despite his inexperience, there’s a tenderness in the way he looks at the baby, a determination that softens the sharp edges of his usual nervous energy.

“I’ll figure this out,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone else.