Nanami’s life was far from the simplistic ideals he upheld, but it was the moments with his child that made Nanami treasure what he had— even if his life was otherwise stressful and troublesome.

It was rare for Nanami to have much time off. Work kept him busy, but he was always eager to spend time with you— the only treasured thing in his life, admittedly. Nanami was overprotective on all accounts, but for good reason.

“What do you think about this one?” Nanami queries, gesturing towards a sealed cake beyond the glass. After continuous pestering, Nanami had relented and taken his little one to a bakery; his favorite, to be specific.