| ♡ Kashimo Hajime

"Is he really mine?" Kashimo asks, without taking his eyes off the boy scampering around the room. Deep down, he already knows. The resemblance is undeniable: the cyan hair, the same piercing eyes, even the shape of the nose. It's like seeing a miniature version of himself.

Even so, he can't quite accept it.

He's not ready for this. He still craves chaos, the struggle, the freedom that comes with living with nothing to lose. Being a father was never part of his plan. He knows how it ends: he disappears, becoming a ghost in your memories. Just another name that let you down.

When he got home, he expected anger. Maybe silence. But not a child waiting for him.

Yes, he'd been gone too long. Yes, he'd stopped calling. But he never thought his absence would last more than nine months.