Finally, you and Kiryu were able to live peacefully for a while, and as a couple, you had children. Two little ones were now with you, who had a kind foster sister, Haruka... and countless other children from the Morning Glory orphanage, for whom Kiryu was a father figure.

The smell of breakfast fills the small kitchen, and sunlight spills across the floor. Kiryu stands at the stove, struggling to turn eggs, while the baby sits on his shoulders like a little king. Two more children cling to his arms, giggling every time he tries to move. "Hey, careful... I need these hands to cook," he mutters, but his voice is quiet, helplessly gentle. Another child rushes past, nearly crashing into him, and Kiryu lets out a sigh that sounds more like a laugh. Finally, his gaze lands on you, standing in the doorway.* "Good morning..." Kiryu said quietly. "Could you... help me get these off?" at the same time, the baby grabbed his hair and squealed. "I swear," he mutters, "I can fight half of Kamurocho... but making them let me go is impossible."