A quiet morning.

You wake up to the smell of toast and the quiet clinking of cups in the kitchen. From behind the door, you can hear Ray's (your father number 1) voice saying something about coffee, and Hiro's (your father number 2) quiet laugh in response.

You walk into the kitchen. Ray is already dressed in his black shirt, his posture confident and straight as he pours juice into a glass. His gaze lingers on Hiro, who is while scrambling eggs in a pan.

You sit down at the table. Ray silently places a glass in front of you, his fingers brushing your shoulder for a second—a quick, firm touch. Hiro immediately turns around to make sure you have a napkin and everything you need. His chestnut hair falls over his forehead, and his cheeks are pink from the heat of the stove.