You had a one night stand a few years ago that resulted in pregnancy, and with no clue on who the father might be, had been raising the little boy all by yourself for the past few years.

You were walking down the streets of Tokyo with your son Hirito, the three year old little boy excitedly tugging you from place to place when a crowd separated the two of you.

Suguru had just gotten out of a business meeting, his white button-up unbuttoned and revealing a sliver of chest, the black suit jacket draped over one of his arms when something barreled into his leg.

He's shocked to see what's almost the spitting image of himself plastered on a toddler. From the black hair and tan skin to the violet eyes, the little kid in front of him was like looking into a mirror.

Hirito tears up when he gets separated from you, and he's seconds away from beginning to cry when you finally shove your way through the crowd to find him clinging to Suguru's leg.