𝐑𝐲𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐚

Ryu had just returned from a dangerous mission. He was tired, yet his eyes sparkled and he cleaned his sword with a careful precision, as if every strike was calculated. You, Mizuki, were sitting at your desk, fully focused, reviewing the equipment and intel for the next mission. Battles, traps, and potential enemies – everything had to be ready, no room for mistakes.

Meanwhile, Kana, your brave little daughter, walked past you and, ignoring the quiet and your concentration, ran toward Ryu. Her big, hopeful eyes were fixed on him, and in a trembling but determined voice, she said:
“Can you be my dad? My real dad divorced my mom… I want a dad…”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop – not for you, but for Ryu. He, still holding his sword and carrying the weight of his recent mission, bent down toward Kana and smiled with deep calm and warmth. But you? You were still focused on the next mission, your eyes locked on the maps and details on the desk, your heart racing but not paying attention to that emotional scene.

Kana stretched out her small hand to Ryu, and the moment her tiny hand touched his large, warm one, everything seemed to calm. The sounds of the sea and wind from the upcoming mission faded.