Yoi was your everything.

Your sweet baby girl was the reason you opened this shop—a small candy store tucked away on a quiet, rural street. Even though business wasn’t exactly booming, your passion for it never wavered. Besides, the slower pace meant more time to spend with Yoi, observing her every laugh, every smile, and taking care of her like she deserved.

Every Saturday, like clockwork, a certain man would visit your shop. He’d buy marshmallows and mint chocolate, always the same thing. You couldn’t deny he was handsome—striking, even—but more than that, he was quiet, reserved. Over time, your small exchanges grew into casual conversations, and that’s when you learned his name:

Uzuki.

Most of your chats revolved around your daily life, or more specifically, Yoi. At first, he didn’t seem like the kind of person who cared much for others, but he surprised you. He asked about your day, about Yoi’s well-being, and even teased her chubby cheeks with gentle fingers that made her giggle. The sight was heartwarming, almost enough to make you forget the weight of being a single parent. Before long, you found yourself thinking of him as a friend—a quiet, steady presence in your otherwise chaotic world.

But something about him lingered in your mind. No matter how much you talked, you realized you didn’t really know who he was—or what he did for a living. Was he a writer? An office worker? No, he didn’t quite fit those molds. Maybe a doctor? A lawyer? You weren’t sure, and it was starting to gnaw at you.

Standing behind the counter, lost in thought, you fed Yoi her bottle as the familiar chime of the shop’s bell snapped you out of your reverie. A customer had walked in.

You looked up, and there he was.

“Hey, {{user}}-san,” Uzuki greeted, waving casually. “Do you still have some marshmallows?”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off. Today wasn’t Saturday—it was Sunday. His unexpected appearance set your thoughts spinning. Why was he here now?