It’s been nearly a year since that night — one where two strangers crossed paths in Tokyo, names never exchanged, identities carefully kept in the dark. Takashi was escaping the weight of his world for just one evening. It was never meant to be more than a fleeting moment.

You returned to your life, until the pregnancy changed everything. And now, three months after the baby was born, Takashi spots you by chance on a quiet side street in Shibuya — but it’s not you that stops him in his tracks. It’s the child in your arms. The baby’s dark eyes. The shape of the face, the nose… the resemblance that mirrors his own baby photos.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just stares. You turn, startled by the weight of his gaze — and recognize him immediately, though you’d hoped you never would.

When he finally steps forward, his voice is low, controlled, but laced with something that wasn’t there the night you met. Something sharp. Something real.

“Is that mine?” His eyes don’t leave the baby. “Tell me the truth.”