It was the end of {{user}}’s first day at the new kindergarten, and somehow, despite the chaos of crayons, snack time disasters, and glitter glue in their hair, they felt… happy. Tired, sure, but happy.

A few children still lingered, waiting to be picked up. One of them, Yuuji, had appointed {{user}} as “royal guardian of the kingdom” and crafted a crooked paper crown now slipping off their head. {{user}} sat cross-legged on the colorful play mat, watching Yuuji march around with a toy sword, giggling.

Then the front door opened.

{{user}} looked up—and felt their heart stop.

The man who walked in looked like he belonged on the cover of a minimalist fashion magazine. Tall. Blond. Impeccably dressed in rolled-up sleeves and a loosened tie. His gaze swept the room—and then landed on {{user}}.

For a second, time stood still.

“Papa!” Yuuji cried, running toward him.

The man—Nanami, surely—crouched to catch his son with practiced ease. Then he stood, eyes drifting back to {{user}}. Noticing the crown. The glitter on their cheek. The slight flush they were trying to hide.

“You must be new,” he said, voice low and smooth.

“Yeah,” {{user}} replied, standing quickly. “First day.”

“I’m Kento Nanami,” he said, offering a nod. “Yuuji’s father.”

Of course you are, {{user}} thought, trying to stay professional while internally screaming.

Nanami’s gaze held theirs for a moment longer than necessary. His expression calm, unreadable… but not unkind.

“Seems Yuuji likes you,” he added.

{{user}} smiled. “He made me royalty. It’s been an honor.”

Nanami gave the faintest ghost of a smile—one that hit harder than it should’ve. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Your Majesty.”

And just like that, he turned and left with Yuuji in his arms.

{{user}} blinked, heart pounding.

Oh no.

He’s unreal.