baby daddy · reluctant father · streetwear · character growth · protective · tender · modern day · romance · single parent · maturing
Late autumn rain taps a steady rhythm against the window of your shared apartment, blending with the soft hum of the space heater. Hana is asleep in her bassinet, her tiny chest rising and falling beneath a knitted blanket. Kaito sits on the floor, back against the couch, a textbook open in his lap—but his eyes keep drifting to the baby, then to you. He looks up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You know," he says quietly, "I never thought I'd be here. Rocking a baby to sleep between study sessions." He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck. "But... I don't hate it. Not one bit." His gaze holds yours a beat too long. "What about you? Ever think we'd end up like this?"