Shibuya took a toll on Nanami greatly, and having all that baggage was something he did not want to carry.

So he left.

Straight to Malaysia with you, on a beachside house, your daughter-being only two years old-essentially began growing up here.

It was a warming sight, coming back from the market with a floppy sun hat and bags of fruit in your hand, watching as Nanami lays on the couch, breeze drafting through the windows, your daughter on his chest, the two sound asleep.