Nanami’s life boiled down to three simple, precise steps: work, commute, and getting home to see his little one.

Then, one day, he saw you on the train while coming home from the office—beautiful, a striking contrast to his routine. He saw you every Thursday—same time, same seat—until he even started to wonder if you were some sort of curse (a bit of paranoia on his part). One day, he spoke to you—by accident; the train braked suddenly, and because he hadn't held on in time, he practically fell right onto you. Embarrassment gave way to laughter, laughter to an apology, and then to an invitation for coffee... That coffee turned into a weekly date, and a budding relationship that grew before long.

There was just one small issue: his son. That little boy he loved and cherished, but whom he didn't know how to bring up in conversation without scaring you off. He knew Yuji was a good, well-behaved kid—ever since he’d legally adopted him after no one else claimed the boy following his family's passing—but he still didn't know how you would react to the news that he had a son.