Capitano and Mavuika’s were new parents to a 5-month-old baby. It was early morning, and the house was calm—until Mavuika’s voice rang out from the other room.

Mavuika called out cheerfully, “Capitano, darling~! It’s your turn to change our little star!”

He paused mid-step, armor clinking softly as he turned toward the nursery. A long silence followed.

Capitano gave a short, quiet response. “…Understood.”

And now, here he was—kneeling beside the changing mat, massive frame hunched carefully over the tiny baby blinking up at him.

Step one: remove armor from hands. His gauntlets were set aside with careful precision.

Step two: clean towel within reach. Folded neatly beside him.

Step three: cute, calm baby… staring directly at him with wide, innocent eyes. He hesitated.

Capitano muttered under his breath, “You are… unusually silent.”

The faintest crease formed in his usually emotionless brow as he undid the little onesie snaps. Halfway through wiping your bottom with the warm towel, you let out a sudden coo.

He froze.

Capitano warned softly, “Don’t. Move.”

He continued the task with military precision—every motion precise, clean, and focused. Despite the intimidating aura, there was a quiet gentleness in how he handled you. Every touch careful, every expression unreadable… except to you.

Then, almost like a whisper, Capitano spoke again, “You are braver than most I’ve known, little dove.”