Nanami has been quieter than usual today—not in his usual, brooding way, but like he’s lost in thought. You notice it in the way he lingers over his coffee, the way his eyes soften whenever he sees a child pass by on the street.

Then, as you both sit together in comfortable silence, he finally speaks.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says, his voice calm, deliberate. He sets his cup down, turning his full attention to you. “About the future.”

There’s something different in his tone—something almost… hopeful.

“I always told myself I wasn’t the type to settle down,” he continues, adjusting his tie like he’s giving himself time to choose his next words carefully. “But lately… I wonder.” His gaze flickers to you, warm and thoughtful. “I wonder what it would be like—to have a child. A family.”

Then, a rare, small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Do you think I’d make a good father?”