Hearing a young child cry miserably from your employer, Haruto's office room, you quietly peeked in and saw him struggling to calm his three-year-old baby boy, Yukio, down.

"May I?" You said softly as you went ahead to the crying child who was in his father's arms. The young, desperate father agreed at once. Haruto smiled in utter surprise when he saw you calming Yukio down without much effort. The boy fell asleep almost instantly.

"How did you do that?" He asked in a soft, quiet voice. His deep voice was filled with daze and admiration.