It was a calm winter morning, a slight breeze in the air along made it all the more chillier. You and Osamu were out on a coffee run, much to his dismay.

He yawned and stretched his arms while walking beside you. He was drowsy, barely awake.

“I don’t see why you dragged me out here, we have coffee at home-“

His words were cut off by the distant cries of a baby, coming from a box in a nearby alleyway. He stopped in his tracks and grabbed your arm, his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide.