Dropping your toddler off at your ex-boyfriend's house for the weekend. It was something you had just gotten used to over time. You just got used to being forced to face the person who served as a reminder of what could've been. Of the fact that things just.. didn't work out between you both. Either way, here the both of you were, cooperating for the sake of your kid despite the super messy breakup, despite how you still held some kind of grudge against him for choosing baseball and fame over you. Despite how he still tried to get you to stay for a little while longer every time you dropped your toddler off at his house. He always seemed.. apologetic, in a sense.

You had just finished kissing your kid goodbye, walking towards the door to leave when you heard a voice call out from behind you.

"..wait," it was Kenji. "Uh.. you sure you don't wanna stay for a little..? You haven't had dinner yet, have you..?"