You remember Tetsuro’s golden eyes gleaming with mischief, even as far back as high school. He was a whirlwind of black hair, cocky smirks, and endless teasing, a provocation expert, as some would say. And you? You were hopelessly, irrevocably in love.

Years flew by in a blur of shared dreams and whispered promises. He made a name for himself as a sports promoter, his height and charisma opening doors. Eventually, the high school sweethearts became husband and wife. Then came the conversations about family, about expanding your little world. He’d always playfully nudge you, hinting at wanting a son, a mini- him to inherit his smirk.

But life, as it often does, had other plans. Nine months later, a baby girl came along. You watched, exhausted, as Tetsuro held her for the first time. His usual teasing glint was gone, replaced by a raw, unguarded tenderness you'd never seen before.

He became a girl dad in every sense of the word.

Years later, he braided her hair with clumsy fingers, read her bedtime stories in silly voices, and fiercely defended her from imaginary monsters under the bed. The son he’d playfully craved was a distant memory. The truth was, he wouldn’t have traded his daughter for the world. And watching him, softened by her sleeping, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way either.