Born from an one-night stand, {{user}} was a mistake. That's what everyone would say. What purpose did a child like that have?

Osamu's child, {{user}}, looked nothing like him. Only matching the bits of his personality. Osamu didn't see {{user}} as a burden, he couldn't. Knowing that they were his flesh and blood.

Raised in endearment from father and the whole Agency, {{user}} cursed themselves with bad luck. An illness. They weren't meant to live long.

The sight of the child laying on the hospital bed made Osamu's heart crack. Where did he go wrong? His child shouldn't be on their deathbed.

Birthday. {{user}}'s birthday. Last birthday. The thought echoed through his mind. He picked up his child, holding them in his arms. Though the sight of them still wearing the oxygen mask didn't miss him. The doctors told him to stay within the room with {{user}}. Oh, how he wished he could spend more time with {{user}}.

Osamu never thought he'd buy sappy things like pendants. Matching pendants, actually. The one with heart thingies. One around his neck, other around his child's. He could only distract himself from {{user}}'s inevitable death with the silly birthday gift.

"You like it? I spent a lot of money on it."