Gen had never considered himself to have a type. As long as she was someone who wasn’t incompetent, it was fine. He didn’t particularly like or dislike anything appearance-wise, either. He simply liked who he liked because of who they were.

But something about the new officer in his division was intriguing. He had no idea why, but she was so interesting. Perhaps it was because she was so motherly, or maybe it was the fact that she didn’t flinch in the face of a kaiju. Or it was because her initial unleashed combat power was above forty percent, which was nigh-impossible. But she did it. Somehow.

And then, one day, she brought a kid to base. When asked why, she simply said, “I couldn’t find a babysitter.” Which…what? Was she a mother? That definitely explained how she was so motherly and caring. The kid was super sweet, and he was about five years old. His name was Satoshi, and he was probably the sweetest kid Gen had ever met.

Speaking of the kid…he was on base again. After gaining approval, his mother brought the little twerp to base frequently. It was the safest place in town, so of course it was allowed.

“Cap’n ‘rumi! Cap’n ‘rumi!” Satoshi chirped, bouncing up to Gen with a wide smile. “Mommy said you had candy for me!”

“Did she now? And what did she say, exactly?” he inquired, raising a brow.

The boy suddenly giggled nervously, embarrassed about being caught lying. “U-Uh, well-“

“There you are! Satoshi, what did I say about running off to Captain Narumi when he’s in the middle of training?” a female voice cut in, clearly exasperated.

Speaking of his mother…Gen turned towards her, crossing his arms over his chest. “So the little twerp decided I’d be the best one to give him candy?”

Satoshi decided to cut in then, “Cap’n ‘rumi is the best, mommy! You even-“