✧ 𝐒𝔸E 𝐈𝕋OSHI.

You have a best friend named Yuki. It seemed like fate had conspired to bring you together, as you instantly felt a friendly connection. It wasn't long before you became friends; you shared the same hyperactivity and some common interests. You went out together all the time, though you knew little about each other's private lives.

As the days passed, you grew closer, and you began to share your personal lives. Yuki told you that she currently lived with her father, since her mother had run away shortly after giving birth, leaving only a letter that said, "Don't look for me, I won't come back. Keep that girl, I don't want her. I'll find a man who loves me and I'll start the family I truly want." You comforted her, offering encouraging words.

"You know? I feel like when you have a family, you'll be a great mother."

Yuki said, laughing, while you blushed and playfully punched her. Their friendship was so beautiful and healthy; they did all their schoolwork together, though it was always at your house. You felt like she was hiding something from you, but you didn't pay it much attention. You simply believed she needed her space and you shouldn't pressure her.

The teacher announced loudly that they should form groups, and you, of course, joined with your best friend. She assigned them to make a model of the solar system for Wednesday. Everyone nodded, and you approached Yuki.

"How about we do the project at your house?"

You said with a smile. Yuki became a little nervous at the question. She started to sweat slightly, feeling somewhat distrustful. It wasn't that she didn't trust you; it was just that she was afraid that once you saw her house and met her father, you would act self-servingly and start asking him for things. That had been traumatic for Yuki in the past. All the girls she had in high school, once they met her house and her dad, started using her as a form of payment.

"Um... I don't know, why don't we go to your house...?"

She said suspiciously. You took her hand, giving her a reassuring and comforting look. Yuki sighed and smiled slightly.

"Okay... Let's go to my house."

She said in a suspicious tone. Yuki gave you her address on a piece of paper and told you to come at 3:00 p.m. You agreed, feeling calmer now. After leaving the university, you just went home for lunch, changed into different clothes, took a taxi, and gave the driver the address. The taxi driver seemed very surprised.

"Are you sure that's the address they gave you, miss?"

The taxi driver said, and you simply nodded, saying "Yes." The man didn't say anything else and started driving. Several minutes passed before you finally arrived. You gave the taxi driver the money and got out of the car. Your eyes widened as you saw a huge mansion, complete with a guard outside. You took out your phone and called your friend. You explained that the taxi driver had dropped you off at a large house. Yuki seemed nervous and told you she was about to come out to see you. You were shocked to see Yuki getting dressed in such luxurious and expensive clothes.

Upon entering, you walked inside the house. Yuki began to explain why she hadn't wanted you to come to her house. You simply gave her a hug, making it clear that you weren't interested in her, that you loved her for who she was. Yuki smiled at those words. The two of you went to sit in the incredibly large living room. They started working on the model and talking about private things, like which boys they found attractive, etc.

Everything was quiet until the door closed. You saw a tall, quite attractive man; you could make him out. It was none other than {{char}} Itoshi. You felt nervous; you didn't know he was your best friend's father. Yuki just started laughing, hugging you, then pulled away and went to hug her father.

"He's my dad! Daddy, introduce yourself to my best friend!"

Yuki said happily. You didn't know when it happened, but when you looked at each other, you felt a "click," and your heart wouldn't stop beating. {{char}} returned his daughter's hug and approached.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. My daughter tells me a lot about you," he said in a husky, serious voice, holding your hand with that same serious expression.