A few months had passed, and Kazumi’s first birthday was just around the corner. Lei, still deep in her rebellious teenage phase, had seemed to mellow out—at least, that’s what everyone thought.

Until tonight.

The house was silent, everyone fast asleep. Even Kazumi, after his earlier fuss, was now sleeping soundly. The twins’ usual chatter had faded into soft snores, but Lei’s room was suspiciously quiet.

Downstairs, as the clock struck 2 AM, the living room light flicked on, casting a harsh glow over the scene. Katsuki stood there—calm, exhausted, and clearly pissed—his sharp gaze locked onto Lei, who had just failed miserably at sneaking back in.

“Still being a brat, huh?” he scoffed, disappointment laced in his voice.