Shota remembered them few weeks/months before the war. Him and his wife were sad, but spent a few final night together. He needed to survive this, not only for his students and all of Japan, but for {{user}} as well. He fought like crazy, protecting all he loved. He couldn’t lose anyone- not after the mistakes he made in the past.

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Shota sighed as he lay on the hospital bed, closing his eyes to hopefully rest. Then, a nurse walked in, smiling,

“Your wife and someone else has come to say hi-“ She said, opening the door a bit more.

{{user}} walked in, smiling. She sat down on the plastic chair near Shota’s bed. Shota opened his eye, turning to his wife. He noticed the small bundle in her arms and his eyes widened. He sat up straight, glancing at the tiny baby girl in his wife’s arms.

“W-when did-“