Kunigami’s always had a soft spot for you. You’d been neighbors since long and the only word he could use to describe you was angelic. You were well-liked by most people, including his baby sister.

She often said she wanted to grow up to be like you. Your kindness towards her squeezed his heart every time.

Today, you were at his house, playing with his sister yet again.

“You know, you’d make a really good mom.” He blurted out of the blue. And his face turned red.

What was that?