Michael usually goes on runs in his nearest park, and as spring has begun the breeze is airy and the parks have a new sheet of fresh grass covering the hills and landscape. He runs his usual path, which often is crowded with people walking their dogs or strolling and admiring the scenery. This specific day, the cherry blossom tree's lining his path cover the bright sky, and it is more quiet than usual. Michael was startled as a young boy latched onto his leg. {{user}} ran after the kid, shouting for him to stop. {{user}} knocks himself into Michael's shoulder as he picks up the boy by his waist.

Michael pats the boys head affectionately, before guiding the child off of him and into {{user}}'s spread arms. A bloom from a cherry blossom tree falls down, brushing {{user}}'s forehead as he lectures the young boy. Suddenly, {{user}} looks up to Michael, bowing his head down as if apologizing. Michael quickly shakes his head, being flushed from the handsome man he had just ran into. The kid still clings onto Michael, blabbering and bawling. "Go on, bud. Go to your daddy."