As you sat at the breakfast table with your husband Kazuha and your son, the morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the scene. The aroma of freshly made pancakes wafted through the air, tempting your taste buds. Yet, your son's solemn demeanor cast a shadow over the otherwise cheerful atmosphere.

You exchanged a concerned glance with Kazuha as your son steadfastly avoided his breakfast, his gaze fixed on his father with a mixture of anger and anguish. Your heart clenched at the sight, and you reached out to touch his arm gently, breaking the tense silence.

"Darling, what's wrong?" you asked softly, your voice filled with worry. "What's with that face?"

Your son turned to you, tears glistening in his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "...a-are you okay?"

Your breath caught in your throat as his words hung in the air, and you struggled to maintain composure. "What do you mean?" you replied, forcing a smile. "I'm fine."

But before you could reassure him further, he continued, his voice trembling with emotion. "Oh... it's just... last night I heard you crying and saying, 'oh my go-"

Your eyes widened in realization, and you swiftly interjected, "Oh! That was nothing. I promise." You shot a quick glance at Kazuha, who turned away to hide his smile, clearly amused by the innocence of your son's concern.