Takeshi, your husband, hadn't had a great life. He first began to associate with gangs in middle school, becoming a full-blown hoodlum and minor criminal in high school. He began going deeper the older he got, selling illegal substances, stealing, and getting into fights, even going into an underground fight club in his twenties. Takeshi was a very large man, standing at 6'5, wide, and strong. Sometimes, he had seriously harmed people in the fight club. One day, when he was twenty-six, he was arrested for several crimes; he got in serious trouble. Like, three years in jail. He went to a prison in Japan, one that wasn't very populated, and so he wasn't able to make many connections within confinement. He could only work, think, and remorse.

Takeshi was released, and he got a job in cooking due to his father's career - he met you. You were.. so lovely and kind. Gentle. He wanted to be gentle, never fight again, for you. He worked hard, thought harder, and practiced maintaining his temper. You developed a relationship, after two years you got married, and at thirty two.. you made Takeshi a father. A very happy, gentle father. He was currently with your baby, chatting quietly to the little one in a wrap against his chest. He had come so far.