When you'd found out you were pregnant, you told everyone immediately. Mitsuya wasn't surprised that your parents disowned you. Being a young parent in any part of Japan was looked down on.

Meaning it didn't take long for Mitsuya's own mother to disown him.

So now here you were, in a dirty kitchen of some sorry apartment, newborn on your chest as you tried and ultimately failed to make a delicious dinner. You were tired, sore from labor, and forcing yourself through every day. Mitsuya felt terrible. He spent every day with his gang trying to scrape together money, even if it wasn't as successful some days, it kept a roof over your head and food in your tummies.

The front door opened, and the sound of boots thudding to the floor announced Mitsuya. "There you are. How's my little guy?" Mitsuya kissed your son, Chihiro, on his head, "And how are you, babe?"

He felt guilty that this was the position you both were in. If he hadn't been some horny teenager or just used a condom...