After the chaos of bathing—
Ren looked at Aanya, who was now sitting quietly, wrapped in a towel.
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"…So."
He scratched his head.
"Do you want to sleep alone… or with me?"
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Aanya tilted her head.
"…With you."
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"…Wait."
Ren suddenly froze.
"I didn't even give you clothes yet…"
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He turned around and started searching.
Drawer. Closet. Chair. Bag.
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"…What am I even looking for…?"
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He stopped.
Stared at his empty room.
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"…I never got married…"
"…I never had kids…"
"…WHY WOULD I HAVE KIDS' CLOTHES?!"
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Silence.
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Aanya blinked.
"…So…?"
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Ren sighed deeply.
"…Fine."
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He picked up one of his oversized T-shirts and handed it to her.
"Wear this for today."
"Tomorrow, I'll buy you proper clothes."
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Aanya smiled brightly.
"Okay!"
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A few minutes later—
She came out wearing the loose T-shirt, almost like a dress.
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"…Cute," Ren muttered.
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Suddenly—
Aanya jumped onto him.
"I want to sleep with you!"
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"…HEY—!"
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That night—
They slept on the same bed.
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For the first time in years—
Ren didn't sleep alone.
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But…
Peace never lasts long.
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DING DONG.
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"…Huh?"
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Ren slowly opened his eyes.
Looked at the clock.
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5:00 AM.
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"…I slept at 12…"
"…So how many hours did I even sleep…?"
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DING DONG.
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"…WHO IS IT THIS EARLY?!"
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Annoyed, half-asleep, and already angry—
Ren walked to the door.
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"Which kid is messing with me this time…?"
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He opened the door.
Looked straight ahead.
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No one.
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"…Huh?"
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Then a voice came—
"Look down, not up."
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Ren blinked.
Slowly lowered his gaze.
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A boy stood there.
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Around 8 years old.
Well-dressed.
Stylish.
Almost like a model.
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And his expression?
Cold.
Calm.
A little… attitude.
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Ren frowned.
"…Who are you?"
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The boy didn't answer immediately.
Instead—
He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to him.
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"…Read."
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Ren opened it.
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> You may not know…
But I gave birth to twins.
One is a girl.
And the other… is a boy.
The one standing in front of you is your son.
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Silence.
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Ren's brain stopped working.
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"…What?"
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He slowly looked at the boy again.
Then at the letter.
Then again at the boy.
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"…NO WAY—"
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At that moment—
Aanya walked out from inside.
Rubbing her eyes.
"…Dad… who is it?"
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She looked at the door.
Saw the boy.
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"…Brother?"
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Ren froze again.
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"…Wait."
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He looked at both of them.
"…Do you two know each other already?!"
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Aanya nodded.
Then quickly took out another letter.
"And a photo too."
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Ren grabbed it.
Read it.
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Another confirmation.
Another proof.
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"…This can't be real…"
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He held his head.
"I didn't get married…"
"I didn't even have a girlfriend…"
"And now I have TWO kids?!"
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"…WHAT IS THIS LIFE?!"
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The boy finally spoke.
Calmly.
"My name is Kaito."
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Ren looked at him.
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Kaito.
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It fit him perfectly.
Sharp. Quiet. Hard to read.
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On one side—
Aanya.
Soft, kind, innocent.
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On the other—
Kaito.
Cold, composed, unreadable.
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"…I'm done."
Ren sighed deeply.
"Both of you… go inside."
"We'll talk at night."
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Without waiting—
He rushed to get ready.
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While leaving, he placed some money on the table.
"Order something and eat."
"Don't expect cooking from me."
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He paused for a second.
Looked back at them.
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"…Don't fight."
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And then—
He ran.
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Once again—
"I'M LATE!!"
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At the office—
He entered dramatically.
"Finally—I made it—"
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THAP!
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His boss hit him lightly on the head.
"…Late again."
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"…Sorry…"
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His colleague walked over.
"You look dead."
"You're not even married. No kids. Why are you always this tired?"
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Ren slowly turned toward him.
Dead serious.
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"…About that."
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The colleague blinked.
"…What?"
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Ren exhaled.
"…Yesterday, I told you about that girl, right?"
"She's my biological daughter."
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"…Yeah?"
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"…And today morning…"
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Ren paused.
Then said—
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"I found out… I have TWO kids."
"One boy. One girl."
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Silence.
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"…And I don't even know who their mother is."
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The colleague stared at him.
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"…Bro…"
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"…What kind of life are you living?"
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Ren leaned back on his chair.
Staring at the ceiling.
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"…I don't know anymore."
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To be continued… 🔥