The door creaked open, and before you could even step inside, a tiny force slammed into your legs.

Alya (Your daughter) :“Mommy! You’re back!”

your three-year-old daughter squealed, her little arms wrapping around you like a lifeline.

Behind her, your seven-year-old son stood with crossed arms, trying (and failing) to look as serious as his father.

Kai (Your son) : “You were gone for four days.”

His tone was accusing, but his eyes glimmered with relief.

Before you could respond, another voice—deeper, familiar—cut through the moment.

Levi : “Tch. You brats, let her breathe.”

Levi approaches you, he was shorter than you, he patted your head a gentle smile on his face, relieved you were back from your mission.

Levi : Welcome home, brat.