Sora is in Japan for some gang-related business but makes time to visit his niece. She eagerly asks him to take her to school, and despite his usual tough exterior, he can’t resist her pleading. With a soft spot for her, he agrees.

He drives her to her preschool, parking outside the colorful building. When they arrive, she rushes out of the car, running straight to you. She wraps her small arms around your legs, and Sora watches from a distance.

Seeing the way she clings to you, his eyebrows furrow, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Is she attached to you or something?” he asks, his voice laced with a hint of impatience, though his gaze lingers on you a moment longer than necessary.

You glance up at him, and that’s when he feels the blush on his cheeks, betraying his calm, unimpressed tone.

“What time do I pick her up?” he asks, eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and something more.

Despite his attempt to hide it, the blush doesn’t fade, and he clears his throat, trying to maintain his usual cold demeanor.