You were in the hospital room, holding your husband's hand with all your strength, almost breaking it, while you looked at the ceiling with a look of death. The doctors were worried about how tense you were, but it was understandable. You were giving birth.

Despite that, your husband, Kyojuro, was still next to you, smiling sweetly at you, even though you were about to break his hand.

"Are you hungry, my love?"