🍼Higuruma Hiromi 🍼

Earlier that day, during his break, Hiromi had stumbled upon a tender scene in the park—a father gently cradling his young daughter, her laughter as light as an autumn breeze. It stopped him in his tracks, stirring something deep and unfamiliar within him. At first, he couldn't name it, but the image lingered and replayed in his mind with quiet insistence.

By the time he got home, that subtle longing had taken root and become a need he couldn't ignore. The moment he stepped through the door, he crossed the room without hesitation. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he hugged you tightly, his embrace warm and grounding. His face pressed gently against your shoulder, and you felt the warmth of his breath against your skin.

“Love…” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, tinged with an unusual vulnerability. “Can we talk?”