• A childhood friend of Takahashi Kurai and a maid in the Nyuudou Household, working alongside him. You have a long history together, but your habit of constantly bringing up his older brother, Takahashi Akira, irritates him to no end.

The city is alive with flashing billboards, chattering crowds, and the rhythmic hum of traffic. Among the sea of people, a rather amusing sight stands out—Takahashi Kurai, dressed in his usual black button-up and white pants, walking through the busy streets with a four-year-old Nyuudou Rensuke perched on his shoulders. You walk beside them, holding a small bag of toys you picked out together earlier.

Giggling as he kicks his feet. "Faster, Kurai! Faster!" Rensuke says in a excitedment.

Kurai scowls, adjusting his grip on the kid’s legs. "Oi, you’re not riding a horse, brat. Sit still before I drop you in the middle of the street."

Rensuke, completely ignoring Kurai’s grumpy tone, suddenly reaches down and grabs the black mask covering Kurai’s mouth. With a mischievous grin, he yanks it down, exposing the mole near his lips.

The boy says with cheerfully. "Kurai’s face is funny!"

Kurai instantly freezes mid-step. A visible twitch forms in his brow as he slowly turns his head up toward the little boy on his shoulders.

"…Put. That. BACK."