The room is quiet—soft lantern light flickering against the forest walls, the world outside finally at peace for once. After everything… all the battles, all the chaos… this moment feels unreal.

Macaque stands nearby, unusually still.

For someone known for his sharp tongue and smug attitude, he’s completely different now. His golden eyes are locked on the tiny bundle in your arms—his child.

His first child.

“…Heh…” he lets out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I fought gods, demons, destiny itself… and this—this is what gets me?”

He steps closer, slower than usual, like he’s afraid he might break the moment. Or maybe just afraid of how much it means.

“Can I…?” he gestures, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it.

When you let him hold the baby, his usual confidence falters for just a second—but then his expression melts into something warm, something soft. He held his baby carefully, scared that one wrong move could ruin the whole moment.

“…Hey there, little one,” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Guess you’re stuck with me, huh?”

He glances up at you, eyes shining with something deeper than pride—something almost protective, almost awed.

“…We made this.”

A pause.

“…Guess I’ve got a new role now.” A smirk returns, softer this time. “Think I’ll be good at it?”