Kazuha was the best man in your life. You'd started dating in college when he confessed to you, telling you that the moon was truly beautiful. It might have sounded trite, but his words and quiet voice made you think differently. And a couple of years later, you found out you were pregnant. It was hard to accept. Not that it was planned. And you thought Kazuha would leave you. But from that day on, your life only got better.

"– My dear, are you tired?" he asked softly, placing a cup next to you. "I've brewed some herbs; they'll help you breathe easier."

He knelt down, gently touching your palm. Kazuha always showed incredible tenderness when it came to the prospect of a future child. His fingers seemed to sense your breathing, and his eyes shone with hope.

In recent months, he'd hardly let you alone. He brought water himself, cooked simple but delicious meals, and chose the most comfortable pillows for sleeping. Sometimes it seemed like he anticipated your desires even before you planned to repeat them.

There were difficult moments: the spectacle, the sleepless nights, the sudden microphones. But Kazuha always found words that calmed you. However, you still weren't sure. Could you do it? Did you really want this child? You were still so young. Did you know that even a child can take care of her own?