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Togo woke up the next morning, he felt a rare sense of relaxation knowing it was his week off from the hectic demands of his responsibilities. Stretching his muscular frame, he reached over to grab his phone from the nightstand, his mind already starting to plan the day ahead.

The screen lit up with notifications, and one in particular caught his attention—a message from Runosuke. Togo's brow furrowed slightly in curiosity as he opened the message, reading the invitation for him and Ayano to spend the week at his brother's home for some family bonding.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Togo's lips. He appreciated the gesture from Runosuke, knowing his older brother was often more reserved with his emotions than he was. The prospect of spending time with Runosuke and his nephews brought a warmth to Togo's chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. 

Togo's protective instincts stirred as he thought about how she would react to this new change in their routine. He knew Ayano had grown accustomed to their quiet, routine life together, and any disruption could unsettle her.

Carefully, Togo planned the day ahead. He would make breakfast, ensuring it was something Ayano liked—simple and familiar. Then, he would gently break the news to her about visiting Uncle Runosuke's place for a week. Togo knew Ayano wasn't one for spontaneous changes, but he hoped that the promise of spending time with family would appeal to her in some way.

As he started preparing breakfast—a modest spread of eggs and toast—Togo's thoughts drifted to his own childhood with Runosuke. It hadn't been peaceful by any stretch of the imagination. After their parents died, Runosuke had to shoulder the burden of taking care of them both. Every night, his brother would come home bloody or beaten, clutching a small amount of money he had managed to scrounge up. Loansharks were after them constantly, demanding repayment for the debts their parents had left behind.

Those were dark times, filled with fear and uncertainty. Togo remembered the nights he would stay up, waiting for Runosuke to return, terrified that something terrible had happened to him. The sight of his brother's battered body became a hauntingly familiar one. But no matter how much pain he endured, Runosuke never gave up. He fought tooth and nail to keep them afloat, to protect Togo from the harsh realities of their world.

It was only when Togo got into high school that there was some semblance of stability in their lives. Runosuke had found a steadier source of income, and for the first time in years, they didn't go to bed hungry. But this newfound stability came at a cost. Runosuke began coming home later and later, his eyes hollow and his demeanor distant. 

As Togo fried the eggs, his mind continued to wander back to those high school years. Runosuke had told him he got an office job, but judging by the tattoos creeping up his brother's arms, it was far from the truth. The elaborate designs were a stark contrast to the image of a white-collar worker. But in his naivety, Togo thought it was cool to be part of a gang. The allure of the underworld, combined with the respect and fear it commanded, seemed thrilling to his teenage mind.

Fueled by this misguided admiration, Togo became a rebellious delinquent. He skipped classes, got into fights, and eventually provoked a gang that tormented him for weeks. The constant harassment wore him down, and he was nearing his breaking point when Ryoba stepped in. She fought them off on her own, her ferocity and skill leaving an indelible mark on Togo's memory. The gang stopped bothering him after that.

For a long time, Togo wondered if Ryoba did it because she cared about him. Her actions had saved him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude and infatuation. But as he delved deeper into the shadows of their lives, he discovered the truth. Ryoba had fought off the gang to make a deal with his brother. It was a transactional gesture, not one born out of concern or affection.

Through this, Togo learned that Runosuke worked as a Yakuza boss. The realization shattered his illusion of an office job and replaced it with a complex understanding of his brother's sacrifices. Runosuke had entered the dangerous world of organized crime to ensure their survival, paying a heavy price for their safety and stability.

This newfound knowledge weighed heavily on Togo, but it also fueled his own path into the Yakuza. He wanted to ease his brother's burden, to stand beside him in the world that had claimed so much of their lives. Runosuke did everything to dissuade Togo from following in his footsteps. He insisted that Togo wasn't cut out for the Yakuza life, emphasizing the brutality and constant danger. 

Runosuke's words echoed in Togo's mind, harsh and protective. "You ain't cut out for this, Togo. I don't want you to be a part of this world. It's already taken too much from us." 

Runosuke's words stung. They ignited a stubborn defiance in Togo. He felt a need to prove himself, to show that he could handle whatever the world threw at him. But deep down, he also understood his brother's protective instincts. Runosuke didn't want him to endure the same brutal life he had been forced into.

But Togo was stubborn. He wanted to prove himself, to show his brother that he was strong enough to handle anything. When Runosuke's resistance became insurmountable, Togo found another way to prove his worth and escape the shadows of his past. He joined the military, enlisting alongside his best friend, Saburo Meshino.

The military was a stark contrast to the chaotic life he had known. The discipline, the structure, and the camaraderie offered him a sense of purpose and belonging. Saburo and Togo quickly became inseparable, their bond strengthened by shared experiences and the constant threat of danger. Together, they faced the horrors of war, the sleepless nights, and the relentless training.

As the days turned into months and the months into years, Togo honed his skills, becoming a formidable soldier. The harshness and intimidation that defined him now were born from these experiences, from the need to protect himself and those he cared about. But the military also took its toll. The loss of friends, the constant danger, and the weight of responsibility etched lines of pain and determination into his face.

One night, as Togo and Saburo sat by a campfire, Saburo spoke words that would stay with Togo forever. "You know, man, we've been through hell and back. But you're still here, still fighting. You got what it takes, more than you realize."

Those were the last of Saburo's words as the next day, the battlefield was unforgiving. It was there, amidst the deafening roar of gunfire and the relentless chaos of war, that Togo experienced his most profound loss. Saburo, his closest friend, was killed in action. The memory of that day was etched into his mind, a haunting reminder of the fragility of life and the brutal reality of the world they lived in.

Saburo's death shattered something inside Togo. The grief and anger threatened to consume him, leaving him a shell of the person he once was. The military, once a beacon of hope, became a source of pain and disillusionment. He finished his service, but he returned home a changed man.

Upon his return, Togo found himself at a crossroads. He had no direction, no clear path to follow. The military had provided structure, but it had also taken a part of him that he could never get back. It was during this time of uncertainty that he turned to the one place he had always been told to avoid: the Yakuza.

Runosuke, despite his initial resistance, saw the determination in Togo's eyes. He knew his brother needed something to ground him, something to give his life purpose again. So, reluctantly, he allowed Togo to join the Atatsuma clan. But there were no shortcuts. Togo had to start at the very bottom, just like everyone else.

The early days were grueling. Togo found himself performing menial tasks, running errands, and doing the dirty work that no one else wanted. The competition was brutal. He faced constant challenges from other members who were eager to prove themselves. But Togo was relentless. The pain and loss he had experienced fueled his determination. He fought hard, never backing down, and slowly, he began to rise through the ranks.

His military training gave him an edge. He was disciplined, strategic, and unyielding in the face of adversity. Each victory, no matter how small, brought him closer to his goal. He earned respect through his actions, his loyalty, and his unwavering commitment to the clan. The journey was long and arduous, but eventually, he found himself at the top, second only to Runosuke as the underboss of the Atatsuma clan.

But with his ascension came an unexpected emptiness. The sense of purpose that had driven him for so long began to wane. The power and respect he had earned felt hollow. He had achieved his goal, but the satisfaction he had hoped for eluded him. The daily operations of the clan became routine, and the thrill of the climb was replaced by a monotonous existence.

Togo's nights were restless, plagued by memories of Saburo and the weight of his own actions. He carried the burden of his choices heavily, questioning if this was truly the life he wanted. He had hoped to find meaning in the Yakuza, but instead, he found himself trapped in a cycle of violence and power struggles.

As Togo pulled up to Runosuke’s house, he glanced at Ayano sitting quietly beside him. Ayano sat quietly in the passenger seat, clutching her stuffed rabbit. Her expression was, as usual, emotionless, but he could sense a hint of curiosity in her eyes. He smiled reassuringly at her. “You ready to meet your cousins, sweetheart?”

Ayano nodded, her small hands gripping the stuffed rabbit she always carried with her. Togo got out of the car, walked around to her side, and opened the door, lifting her out with care. Her tiny hand slipped into his, and together they walked up to the house.

Runosuke greeted them at the door, his imposing figure softened by the warmth in his eyes as he looked at his younger brother and the little girl by his side. “Togo, Ayano, welcome,” he said, his deep voice filled with genuine affection.

“Hey, aniki,” Togo replied, his gruff tone softening as he spoke to Runosuke. "Ayano, this is your uncle Runosuke.”

Ayano looked up at Runosuke, her expression neutral but polite. “Hello, ojisan.”

Runosuke smiled, a rare expression for the typically stoic man. “Hello, Ayano. It’s good to see you again.” He turned to his sons, who were eagerly peeking around the corner. “Karasuke, Chorosuke, come say hello to your cousin.”

Karasuke burst into the room first as they entered Togo's home, his excitement palpable. "Ayano! Ayano!" he exclaimed, rushing over to her with arms wide open. Without hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms, beaming with enthusiasm. "I'm Karasuke! It's so cool to finally meet you!"

Togo's paternal instincts kicked in immediately. He watched Karasuke carefully, his protective nature urging him to take Ayano from his eldest nephew's arms. 

He wanted to take Ayano from his eldest nephew, concerned that Karasuke might accidentally drop his beloved baby girl. He took a step forward, his expression tense.

Runosuke noticed his brother’s reaction and chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on Togo’s shoulder. “Relax, little brother. Karasuke’s stronger than he looks. He’s been training hard.”

Togo hesitated, his eyes flicking between Ayano and Karasuke. He trusted his brother’s words, but his protective instincts were hard to quell. Ayano, in Karasuke’s arms, remained emotionless but allowed herself to be held, her grip on her stuffed rabbit never loosening.

Karasuke began tossing Ayano in the air and catching her. At first, Ayano's eyes widened with surprise, her small hands instinctively gripping her stuffed rabbit tighter. But as Karasuke caught her securely each time, a subtle shift happened. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and the flicker of enjoyment in her eyes became more apparent. It was the closest thing to a smile Togo had seen from her since she came into his life.

Karasuke's laughter filled the room. “Look at you, Ayano! You’re so light, like a little feather!” He caught her one last time and held her close. “You’re gonna be my baby sister forever,” he declared, his voice full of genuine affection.

Ayano’s response was a simple nod, but there was a warmth in her eyes that spoke volumes. She nestled into Karasuke’s arms, her tiny body relaxing against his. Togo watched this exchange with a mixture of relief and wonder. He had been worried about how Ayano would adjust, but seeing her in the embrace of family, even if only for a moment, gave him hope.

Runosuke glanced at Togo, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “See, Togo? She’s already fitting in.”

Togo’s gruff exterior softened as he watched his niece and nephews. “Yeah, she is,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. 

Just then, Chorosuke appeared, his excitement just as palpable. He rushed over to Ayano, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle hug while she was still being carried by Karasuke. “Hi, Ayano! I’m Chorosuke! We’re gonna have so much fun together!”

Togo watched, surprised at how easily Karasuke held Ayano despite Chorosuke’s additional weight. His nephews were indeed stronger than he had anticipated. “You’re right,” he said to Runosuke, his tone grudgingly admiring. “They’re tough kids.”

Runosuke nodded, pride evident in his eyes. “They’ve been training with me. I want them to be able to take care of themselves.”

Karasuke carefully set Ayano down, sensing her quiet demeanor. He crouched to her level, his eyes bright with curiosity. “Do you like playing games, Ayano? We have lots of toys and games here!”

Ayano looked at him, her expression neutral but her eyes showing a hint of interest. “I like games,” she replied softly.

Chorosuke clapped his hands in excitement. “Great! Let’s show you our room! We have so many cool things to play with!”

The boys led Ayano down the hall, chattering excitedly. Togo and Runosuke followed at a more leisurely pace, watching the interaction with a mixture of amusement and affection.

“Looks like they’re gonna get along just fine,” Runosuke remarked, glancing at Togo with a knowing smile.

Togo nodded, his gaze following Ayano and his nephews down the hall. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice gruff but tinged with warmth. “They’re good kids.”

The scene unfolding before him was something Togo hadn’t dared to hope for. The sight of Ayano, usually so withdrawn, now engaging with her cousins in her quiet way, filled him with a deep sense of relief. His heart, often so hardened by the life he had led, softened a little more with each passing moment.

Runosuke’s home was filled with laughter and the sounds of playful banter. It was a stark contrast to the world Togo and Runosuke had come from. As they walked, Togo glanced at his brother, memories of their tumultuous past flashing in his mind. They had fought so hard to reach this point, and now, it felt like they were finally seeing the fruits of their labor.

Entering the boys’ room, Togo observed as Karasuke and Chorosuke eagerly showed Ayano their toys and games. Ayano’s responses were minimal, but there was a subtle change in her demeanor—a slight relaxation of her shoulders, a softer look in her eyes. It was as if the presence of her cousins was beginning to chip away at the wall she had built around herself.

“She’s been through a lot,” Togo murmured, his eyes never leaving Ayano. “I just want her to feel safe.”

Runosuke placed a reassuring hand on Togo’s shoulder. “She will, Togo. She’s got you, and now she’s got us too.”

Togo took a deep breath, the weight of his responsibilities pressing heavily on him. But for the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of hope. He had a family—one that cared for him and for Ayano. He would do whatever it took to protect them, to give Ayano the life she deserved.

Runosuke looked at his brother and asked if he wanted a drink while the kids were occupied with playing. Togo chuckled and nodded before following his brother to the bar area of the house.

Runosuke poured himself and Togo glasses of expensive liquor, settling back into his chair. The two brothers sat in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying the smooth burn of the alcohol.

“So, Togo,” Runosuke began, swirling his glass thoughtfully. “How’s it been, taking care of Ayano?”

Togo took a sip of his drink, his brow furrowing slightly. “It’s been... different. But she’s... she’s somethin’ else, you know?”

Runosuke leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. “Different how?”

Togo took a deep breath, considering his words. “I didn't wanna take care of a kid at first. Thought she’d be loud, spoiled, and whiny, like most kids. But she’s not any of those things. She’s quiet, almost too quiet sometimes, and she listens. Doesn’t complain, doesn’t ask for much.”

Runosuke nodded, understanding. “Sounds like she’s been through a lot.”

“Yeah,” Togo agreed, his voice softening. “Ryoba and Jokichi... they really messed her up. Physically, mentally. It took a while for her to trust me. Hell, sometimes I still think she’s testing me, seeing if I’m gonna let her down like they did.”

Runosuke’s expression turned serious. “And you’re not going to let her down. She’s your daughter now, Togo. She needs you.”

Togo nodded, his grip tightening around his glass. “I know. And I’m gonna do right by her. I just... I didn’t expect her to get under my skin like this. She’s got this way of making you want to protect her, to keep her safe from everything.”

Runosuke smiled slightly. “That’s because you care about her. And that’s a good thing, Togo. She needs someone who cares.”

Togo looked down at his drink, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Yeah. She’s changed me, I think. Made me realize what’s important.”

Runosuke clinked his glass against Togo’s. “To family, then. And to doing right by them.”

Togo raised his glass, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “To family.”

They drank in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared past and uncertain future hanging between them. 

Togo leaned back in his chair, a self-deprecating smirk tugging at his lips. “Hell, I probably ain’t even supposed to have kids, yet here I am.”

Runosuke chuckled, taking another sip of his drink. “None of us are ever really ready, Togo. Look at me—I wasn’t fit to be a father either, but my boys are turning out just fine. You’ve got to stop bringing yourself down so much.”

Togo’s smile faded slightly, and he shook his head. “Yeah, well, I don’t even have anyone to have kids with.”

Runosuke glanced at his brother, a teasing glint in his eye. “Oh, come on. What about Ryoba?”

Togo’s expression darkened, and he shot his brother a glare. "Oh shut the fuck up," he snapped, his tone harsh but not entirely serious.

Runosuke laughed, unfazed by Togo’s harsh reaction. “Come on, Togo. You’ve been pining after her for years. Everyone knows it.”

Togo stared into his empty glass, the weight of Runosuke's words sinking in. He hadn't expected his brother to bring up Ryoba. The mention of her name dredged up a mix of emotions—pain, anger, and a lingering sense of betrayal.

"Yeah, well, that was a long time ago," Togo muttered, his voice tight with suppressed frustration. He poured himself another drink, trying to bury his thoughts under the burn of alcohol.

Runosuke leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "You loved her, Togo. More than anything. Even after she married Jokichi, you never gave up."

Togo's jaw clenched, his grip on the glass tightening. "Don't remind me," he growled. "She made her choice."

Runosuke regarded him quietly, his gaze steady. "She did. But you never stopped caring about her."

Togo scoffed, bitterness lacing his words. "Caring about her was my mistake. Look at what she did to Ayano."

Runosuke's brows furrowed in concern. "What do you mean?"

Togo hesitated, his thoughts drifting back to that first day he took Ayano in. He remembered the bruises and scratches on her fragile body, evidence of Ryoba's neglect and abuse. Anger flared within him, a protective rage that burned hotter than anything he'd ever felt for Ryoba.

"How could I continue loving someone who would hurt an innocent kid?" Togo's voice was low, barely above a whisper. "Her own kid."

"I get it, you know," Runosuke continued, his eyes meeting Togo's with a steady, empathetic gaze. "The boys' mother... she was just like Ryoba."

Togo's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise and curiosity crossing his features. He hadn't expected this revelation, hadn't known the full extent of his brother's struggles.

Runosuke took a deep breath, leaning back in his chair as memories surfaced. "She was beautiful, charming, but... she had a darkness in her. Just like Ryoba. She hurt them, Togo. Hurt me too. It took everything I had to protect Karasuke and Chorosuke from her."

Togo's grip on the doorframe tightened, the parallels between their experiences striking a chord deep within him. "I didn't know," he admitted, his voice softer now, tinged with a newfound respect for his brother's resilience.

Runosuke nodded, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "I didn't want you to. I wanted to keep you out of it, to protect you from that kind of pain. But sometimes, no matter how hard we try, we can't shield the ones we love from the harsh realities of life."

Togo stepped back into the room, his earlier frustration giving way to a sense of kinship and understanding. "How'd you do it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "How did you keep going?"

Runosuke's gaze turned inward, the weight of his past evident in his eyes. "I did it for them," he said simply, his voice filled with quiet determination. "They needed me to be strong, to be their anchor. Just like Ayano needs you now."

Togo nodded slowly, the truth of his brother's words settling deep within him. He had found a purpose in caring for Ayano, a reason to keep fighting, to keep going.

"I'll do whatever it takes," Togo said, his voice firm with resolve. "For Ayano."

Runosuke smiled, a rare expression of genuine warmth and pride. Before Runosuke could reply, they heard a loud squeal from the direction of the boys’ room. Togo’s heart skipped a beat, his body tensing as he shot up from his chair.

“What was that?” he demanded, his voice sharp with concern.

Runosuke laughed softly, shaking his head. “Relax, Togo. It’s probably just the kids playing around.”

But Togo was already striding down the hall, his footsteps quick and heavy. He pushed open the door to the boys’ room, relief flooding through him when he saw Ayano sitting on the floor, laughing with Karasuke and Chorosuke.

“What’s goin’ on in here?” Togo asked, his voice a mixture of relief and sternness.

Karasuke looked up, grinning broadly. “We’re playing tag, ojisan! Ayano’s really fast!”

Togo’s shoulders relaxed slightly, his earlier anxiety dissipating. He knelt down beside Ayano, brushing a hand over her hair. “You alright, baby?”

Ayano nodded, her expression calm as always. “I’m fine, Papa.”

Togo sighed softly, relief washing over him once more. He glanced back at Runosuke, who was leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smile on his face.

“You’ve got it bad, Togo,” Runosuke teased gently. “Separation anxiety, huh?”

Togo scowled at his brother but couldn’t deny the truth in his words. “Shut up, aniki.”

Runosuke chuckled, pushing himself off the doorframe. “Come on, let’s leave them to play. They’ll be fine.”

Togo nodded, following his brother into the living room. As Runosuke and Togo returned to the living room, Togo found himself hesitant to let Ayano out of his sight again. He looked around, searching for an excuse to keep her close. Spotting Ayano’s slightly disheveled braids, he seized upon an idea.

“Hey, boys,” Togo called out, his tone gruff but gentle. “Before you start tag, let me fix Ayano’s hair. Her braids are lookin’ a bit messy.”

Karasuke and Chorosuke groaned in protest, their disappointment evident. “Aw, ojisan, do we have to wait?” Karasuke whined, his energy practically vibrating.

“Yeah, we wanna play tag!” Chorosuke added, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Togo shot them a look that brooked no argument. “Patience, boys. It’ll just take a minute.”

Reluctantly, the boys agreed and dashed off down the hall to resume their game. Togo scooped Ayano up in his arms, carrying her back to the living room. He settled her down in a chair, retrieving a hairbrush from a nearby table.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Togo said softly, his rough fingers gently untangling her hair. “Let’s get these braids sorted out.”

As Togo worked on Ayano’s hair, his touch was surprisingly delicate for a man of his reputation. His large hands, capable of such violence, moved with a gentleness that was reserved only for her. Ayano sat quietly, her eyes fixed ahead, but there was a subtle relaxation in her posture.

Togo’s mind wandered as he brushed through her hair, reflecting on the changes Ayano had brought into his life. He had never imagined himself in this role, yet here he was, braiding the hair of the little girl who had become his entire world.

“You like playin’ with your cousins?” Togo asked, his voice softer than usual.

Ayano nodded again. “Yes, Papa. They’re nice.” 

Togo’s heart swelled with pride. “Good. They like havin’ you around too.”

Togo finished the first braid, securing it with a hair tie, then started on the second. He remembered the first day he had brought her home, the bruises and scars marring her small body. The sight had shattered any lingering feelings he might have had for Ryoba, replacing them with a fierce, protective love for Ayano.

Runosuke watched them from a distance, his usual stoic expression softened by a rare smile. He saw the depth of Togo’s care and knew that his brother had found a new purpose, one that transcended the violence and darkness of their world.

“There,” Togo finally said, tying off the last braid with a small ribbon before leaning down and kissing Ayano's forehead. “All done.”

Ayano touched her braids, her fingers tracing the neat twists. “Thank you, Papa.”

Togo smiled, a rare expression that softened his features. “You’re welcome, sweetie,"

They sat together on the couch for a while longer, Ayano leaning against Togo’s side while he wrapped an arm protectively around her. The sound of the boys’ laughter drifted in from the other room, a comforting backdrop to their quiet moment.

As Togo sat on the couch, Ayano nestled against him, he savored the quiet moment they shared. Her presence, though often unresponsive in expression, comforted him in ways he couldn't articulate. The sounds of laughter and playful chatter from Karasuke and Chorosuke in the next room reassured him of her happiness in their company.

After a while, Ayano shifted on Togo's lap, looking up at him with her usual calm gaze. "I'm going to play with Karasuke-niisan and Chorosuke-niisan now, Papa," she said softly.

Togo nodded, his hand gently ruffling her hair. "Alright, sweetie. Have fun."

Ayano climbed off his lap and walked over to where her cousins were, seamlessly integrating back into their game of tag. Togo watched her go, a mixture of pride and reluctance filling his heart. He knew she needed this time with her cousins, yet he couldn't shake the protective instinct that made him want to keep her close.

Runosuke, leaning against the doorway with a knowing smile, chuckled softly. He could see the conflict in Togo’s eyes, the fierce desire to keep Ayano close battling with the understanding that she needed to build relationships beyond their small, protective circle.

“You alright there, Togo?” Runosuke teased lightly, his voice laced with amusement.

Togo scowled half-heartedly, unable to hide his concern. “Yeah, yeah. Just... watchin’ out for her, that’s all.”

Runosuke nodded knowingly, his expression softening as he regarded his younger brother. "She's lucky to have you, Togo. But remember, she's tougher than you think. Let her spread her wings a bit."

Togo grunted, unconvinced but acknowledging the truth in his brother's words. "Yeah, I know."

The two brothers stood in companionable silence for a moment, watching Ayano dart around the room with Karasuke and Chorosuke. Their laughter filled the air, a joyful sound that eased Togo's worries somewhat.

They watched as Ayano, now caught up in a playful chase with Karasuke and Chorosuke, giggled and ran around the room. Togo felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of fulfillment he hadn't experienced in a long time. Ayano was thriving, finding her place among family who cared for her deeply.

As the evening wore on and Togo began to reconcile himself with the idea of letting Ayano forge her own path, he couldn't shake the underlying sense of apprehension. He watched Ayano, Karasuke, and Chorosuke play together with a mixture of pride and a growing acceptance that she would inevitably grow more independent.

"She's gonna be alright," Togo muttered to himself, trying to convince his own heart as much as anyone else.

Just as he was starting to relax into this new mindset, a sudden cry of pain pierced the air. Togo's head snapped around instinctively, his eyes locking onto Ayano who had tipped over and scraped her knee on the floor. Without a second thought, he was on his feet and striding across the room in long, purposeful strides.

Ayano sat on the floor, her small hand clutching her knee as she winced in pain. Togo knelt beside her, his expression a mix of concern and relief that he was there for her when she needed him most.

"You alright, sweetie?" Togo's voice was softer than usual, the gruff edges smoothed by genuine worry.

Ayano looked up at him, her stoic facade briefly cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. She nodded silently, but the pain in her gaze spoke volumes.

Togo gently lifted her into his arms, cradling her as if she were the most delicate thing in the world. He carried her to the couch, his movements careful and deliberate. "Let me take a look at that," he murmured, inspecting her scraped knee.

Runosuke appeared with a first aid kit, his eyes filled with understanding. "Here, this should help."

Togo took the kit, his hands surprisingly steady as he cleaned and bandaged Ayano's knee. "Let's get this cleaned up," Togo said quietly, his focus entirely on Ayano's scraped knee.  He worked with a tenderness that belied his rough exterior, his focus entirely on making sure she was alright.

Runosuke chuckled softly from where he stood, watching the scene unfold with a knowing smile. "Looks like she's got you wrapped around her little finger, Togo."

Togo glanced up at his brother, a mix of resignation and affection in his eyes. "Yeah, well... She's my baby girl, ain't she?" Runosuke chuckled, his smile widening.

"There you go, all fixed up," Togo said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You’re a tough one, huh?"

Ayano nodded, her tears subsiding as she looked up at him with a mixture of gratitude and trust. "Thank you, Papa."

Togo's heart swelled with a fierce protectiveness. He brushed a hand over her hair, smoothing it back gently. "Anytime, sweetie."

Karasuke and Chorosuke hovered nearby, their faces filled with concern. "Is Ayano okay?" Karasuke asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Togo nodded, his expression softening as he looked at his nephews. "She's fine. Just a little scrape. But maybe take it easy on the running for a bit, alright?"

The boys nodded, their relief evident. "Okay, ojisan. We'll be more careful," Chorosuke promised.

As Ayano settled back against the couch, Togo sat beside her, keeping her close. Runosuke watched them, a warm smile on his face. "You handled that well, little brother."

Togo shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Just doin’ what any dad would do."

That evening, as the house quieted down and the boys settled into their rooms, Togo prepared Ayano for bed. He carried her to the bathroom, his strong arms gentle as he set her down and started running a warm bath.

Ayano stood still, her eyes watching the water fill the tub. Togo tested the temperature with his hand, nodding in satisfaction before turning to her. "Alright, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up," he said, his gruff voice softening for her.

He helped her undress, handling her with the utmost care. Ayano stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm water with a small sigh. Togo grabbed a washcloth and some soap, gently lathering it up before beginning to wash her.

As he worked, he glanced at her face, searching for any sign of discomfort. "So, what d’ya think of your uncle and your cousins, baby?" he asked, his tone casual but curious.

Ayano looked up at him, her expression as neutral as ever, but there was a hint of thoughtfulness in her eyes. "They're nice," she said simply. "Karasuke-niisan and Chorosuke-niisan are fun. Uncle Runosuke is... big."

Togo chuckled at her description, his rough exterior momentarily cracking to reveal a warm smile. "Yeah, aniki’s a big guy. But he’s got a good heart, just like you, sweetie."

Ayano nodded, her gaze dropping to the water. "I like it here. It's... different."

"Different good or different bad?" Togo asked, rinsing the soap from her hair.

"Different good," she replied softly.

Togo's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and relief. He had worried about bringing her here, but seeing her starting to open up, even just a little, made it all worth it. "I'm glad, baby. You deserve to be happy."

Ayano looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the quiet trust she had in him. "As long as you're here, Papa."

Togo's chest tightened at her words. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. "I ain't goin' anywhere, Ayano. You’re stuck with me."

She gave a small nod, her fingers tracing the edge of the tub. "Good."

Togo finished washing her and lifted her out of the tub, wrapping her in a warm towel. He dried her off with care, then helped her into her pajamas. Carrying her to her room, he tucked her into bed, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Goodnight, sweetie," he murmured, his voice tender.

"Goodnight, Papa," Ayano replied, her eyes already starting to close.

Togo kissed her forehead before heading into the bathroom to take a shower. He smiled to himself, a rare expression of self-satisfaction crossing his usually stern features. He was doing a damn good job, but that didn't mean he couldn't do better.

The warm water cascaded over him, washing away the day's worries and tension. As he stood there, his thoughts lingered on Ayano and the small but significant steps she had taken today.

He replayed the moments in his mind—her playing with her cousins, the way she spoke about them, and her quiet but sincere trust in him. Each memory was a reminder of how far they had come and how much further they could go.

Togo knew he still had a lot to learn about being a father, but he was determined to be the best he could for Ayano. He wasn't perfect, but he was willing to work hard and improve every day. 

The next day, a sunny afternoon beckoned with the promise of leisure and fun. The boys were eager to introduce Ayano to one of their favorite pastimes: swimming. Runosuke's backyard pool, a hub of activity and laughter, had long been a place where Chorosuke and Karasuke honed their swimming skills under their father's watchful eye.

Togo changed Ayano into her swimwear, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he applied sunscreen to her delicate skin. He made sure to cover every exposed area, taking extra care around her face. Ayano stood still, her expression neutral, trusting him implicitly.

"You all set, sweetheart?" Togo asked, giving her a reassuring smile.

Ayano nodded, clutching her stuffed rabbit for a moment before setting it aside carefully. She allowed Togo to guide her towards the pool where her cousins were already splashing around, their laughter filling the air.

Chorosuke and Karasuke greeted her enthusiastically, their excitement palpable. "Come on, Ayano-chan! The water's great!" Karasuke called out, waving her over.

"Yeah, you'll love it!" Chorosuke added, swimming up to the edge and extending a hand to her.

Togo watched as Ayano approached the pool, feeling a pang of anxiety. He remembered all too well that Ayano did not know how to swim, and the pool was seven feet deep. Togo's eyes were glued to Ayano as she stood at the pool's edge, her small figure framed by the bright, clear water and the eager faces of her cousins. He knew this was a significant moment for her, a step towards integrating into a world that was still relatively new and strange to her.

Ayano glanced back at Togo, her usually neutral expression showing the slightest hint of apprehension. Togo nodded at her, his voice gentle but firm. "Go on, sweetheart. Your cousins'll take good care of ya."

Ayano, standing by the pool, watched her older cousins race each other with practiced ease. Their laughter and shouts of excitement filled the air, a stark contrast to her own quiet contemplation. She didn't want to ruin their fun by asking for more attention, so she simply observed, feeling a strange mix of admiration and longing.

Her gaze drifted back to Togo, who was deep in conversation with Runosuke by the patio. She bit her lip, hesitant to interrupt them. Papa was busy, and she didn’t want to be a bother. Determined to be brave, she decided she would learn to swim on her own.

With a deep breath, Ayano took a step into the pool. The cool water enveloped her, but she felt her feet touch the bottom of the shallow end. Encouraged by the sensation, she took another step, moving deeper into the pool.

However, as she ventured further, the water level rose quickly, and soon her feet couldn't touch the bottom anymore. Panic surged through her small body as she began to sink. She tried to mimic the movements she had seen earlier, but without any real experience or guidance, she quickly found herself struggling to stay afloat. Water filled her mouth and nose, and her small hands flailed uselessly in the water.

Meanwhile, Togo had just finished helping his brother and was about to head back to the pool. As he approached, he noticed something amiss. Ayano was nowhere to be seen. His heart skipped a beat, and a sense of dread settled in his chest.

"Where's Ayano?" he called out, his voice carrying a note of urgency.

Karasuke and Chorosuke looked around, confused. "She was just here a moment ago," Chorosuke said, concern creeping into his voice.

Togo's eyes scanned the pool area frantically. He looked towards the patio, but she wasn't there. His pulse quickened as he moved faster, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong.

"AYANO!" Togo's voice boomed, causing his nephews to freeze. The playful atmosphere evaporated instantly, replaced by a tense, anxious silence.

Suddenly, Karasuke pointed to a spot in the pool. "There! I think I see something!"

Togo didn't waste a second. He dove into the water with the strength and precision of a man used to emergencies. His powerful strokes brought him to the bottom of the pool where he saw Ayano, her small body limp and eyes wide with fear.

He grabbed her and pushed off the bottom, surfacing quickly and pulling her to the edge. Runosuke was already there, helping to lift Ayano out of the water. Togo's heart pounded in his chest as he checked her over, his hands shaking slightly. She coughed up water, gasping for air, and he cradled her close, relief flooding through him.

"Ayano, you okay, baby?" Togo's voice was rough, a mixture of fear and tenderness.

Ayano nodded weakly, her small hands clutching his shirt. "I... I wanted to learn... to swim," she said between coughs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Togo's relief quickly turned to frustration, his fear manifesting as anger. "Ayano, what were you thinkin'? You could've drowned!" His voice was harsher than he intended, the words coming out in a rough bark. "Why couldn't you just wait for me and ask for help?"

Ayano flinched at the tone, her eyes wide with surprise. She had never heard her papa speak to her like this before. Tears welled up in her eyes, and before Togo could react, she scrambled out of his arms and ran inside the house.

"Ayano, wait!" Togo called after her, but his voice was still too sharp, too rough. He watched her retreating figure, his heart sinking as he saw her disappear into the house. He sat there for a moment, the weight of his words heavy on his chest. He hadn't meant to scare her, but the fear of almost losing her had overwhelmed him.

Runosuke, who had been watching silently, placed a hand on Togo's shoulder. "Give her a moment, Togo. She needs to calm down, and so do you."

Togo nodded, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't mean to yell at her like that," he muttered, his voice thick with regret.

Inside the house, Ayano found a quiet corner and curled up, hugging her knees to her chest. She was trembling, her mind replaying the harsh words. She had only wanted to learn to swim, to be like her cousins. But now she felt like she had done something terribly wrong.

She thought about her mean mommy and daddy, how they would yell at her and hurt her. She didn't want her papa to become like them. The fear and confusion swirled inside her, making her feel small and helpless.

Minutes passed, and Togo finally stood up, taking a deep breath. He needed to fix this, to make Ayano understand that he hadn't meant to scare her. He walked into the house, searching for his daughter. When he found her, huddled in a corner, his heart broke at the sight.

"Ayano," he said softly, kneeling down beside her. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to yell at you. I was just scared. I was scared that I almost lost you."

Ayano pulled back slightly, her eyes still filled with tears but now also holding a spark of defiance. "Papa is just like mommy and daddy," she said, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and anger. "I hate you."

Togo felt as if he had been punched in the gut. Her words cut deep, the pain evident in his eyes. He didn't know what to say, how to fix the hurt he had caused. He gently released Ayano, his hands trembling. "I'm so sorry, Ayano," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

He stood up slowly, every step feeling like he was walking through thick mud. He needed to give her space, but it tore him apart to walk away. Without another word, he left the room, his heart heavy with regret.

Togo found Runosuke outside, sitting on the patio. He slumped into the chair next to his brother, running a hand over his face. "I fucked up, aniki," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "I really fucked up."

Runosuke looked at him with understanding eyes. "What happened?"

Togo sighed deeply, staring at the ground. "She said I was just like her mommy and daddy. That she hates me. I scared her, and I didn't mean to. I don't know how to fix this."

Runosuke nodded, taking in his brother's pain. "Kids say things when they're hurt or scared. It doesn't mean she really hates you."

Togo shook his head, frustration and sorrow etched into his features. "I can't stand the thought of her being scared of me. I don't want to be anything like those assholes."

Runosuke placed a reassuring hand on Togo's shoulder. "I'll talk to her. Sometimes kids need to hear it from someone else. Just give her some time, and don't be too hard on yourself."

Togo glanced at his brother, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, aniki. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Runosuke smiled, giving Togo's shoulder a comforting squeeze before standing up and heading inside. He found Ayano still in the corner where Togo had left her, her small frame shaking with silent sobs.

"Hey, sweetheart," Runosuke said softly, his voice gentle and soothing. "It's ojisan. Can we talk for a minute?"

Ayano looked up at him, her tear-streaked face filled with a mix of sadness and confusion. "I don't want to talk to Papa," she whispered.

"I know," Runosuke replied, his heart aching for the little girl. "But can you talk to me? Just for a bit?"

Ayano hesitated, then nodded slowly. Runosuke took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking again.

Runosuke sat down beside her, his voice calm and soothing. "You know, your papa loves you very much. He didn't mean to scare you. He was just really worried about you."

Ayano sniffled, her lower lip trembling. "But he yelled at me... just like mommy and daddy did."

Runosuke sighed softly, understanding the depth of her fear. "I know, and that wasn't right. But your papa is nothing like them. He would never hurt you on purpose. He was just scared because he loves you so much."

Ayano looked down, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress. "I don't want him to be like them."

"And he won't be," Runosuke assured her. "He's trying his best, just like you are. It's okay to be scared and upset, but it's also important to understand that he's doing his best to keep you safe."

Ayano nodded slowly, the anger and fear in her eyes beginning to fade. "I just want him to be nice," she whispered.

"He will be," Runosuke promised, smiling gently. "And I'll talk to him about it too. We're all learning, Ayano-chan. Just remember that your papa loves you very much."

Ayano wiped her eyes again, her expression softening. "Okay," she said quietly.

Runosuke patted her head affectionately. "That's my girl. Now, why don't we go find your papa and let him know you're okay?"

Ayano nodded, standing up and taking Runosuke's hand. They walked back outside, where Togo was waiting anxiously. As soon as he saw Ayano, he stood up, his heart in his throat.

Karasuke and Chorosuke, their eyes gleaming with excitement, swam up to the edge of the pool. “Ayano-chan, do you want to play with us in the pool?” Karasuke asked, his enthusiasm evident.

Chorosuke nodded eagerly, adding, “Yeah, we can teach you some cool moves!”

Ayano looked up at Togo, her expression neutral but with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “Papa, can I play with them?”

Togo hesitated, his protective instincts flaring up, he didn't want another accident. “Hold on a sec, boys,” he called out, his voice gruff yet laced with concern. “Ayano don’t know how to swim.”

Runosuke, who had been watching from the patio, approached with a calm smile. "Don't worry, Togo. The boys will take care of her. They've been swimming since they could walk."

Togo frowned, his eyes never leaving Ayano as she dipped a toe into the water. "Still, I ain't lettin' her go in there alone."

Runosuke nodded, understanding his brother's concern. "Of course. How about you get in with her? Show her the ropes."

Togo sighed but agreed, joining Ayano at the edge of the pool, his intimidating presence a stark contrast to the playful atmosphere around them. He knelt beside her, his voice softening as he spoke. "Alright, baby, let's take it slow, okay? I'll be right here with ya."

Ayano nodded, her small hand slipping into his. Together, they stepped into the shallow end of the pool. Togo held her securely, his strong arms a safety net as she waded into the water. 

"Alright, sweetie, first thing you gotta know is how to float," Togo said, his voice softening as he explained. "Lie back, and I'll hold you up. Just trust me, okay?"

Ayano looked up at him, her expression neutral but her eyes trusting. She did as he said, her small body relaxing against the buoyancy of the water. Togo's hands supported her, keeping her steady as she floated.

"Good, Ayano. Just like that," he encouraged, his gruff voice filled with pride. "You're doin' great."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the pool, Karasuke and Chorosuke were whispering to each other, their eyes glinting with mischief. "Hey, Chorosuke," Karasuke whispered, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Chorosuke grinned, nodding eagerly. "Yep. Let's get pops in here."

They moved quietly to the edge of the pool where Runosuke was standing, watching over the scene with a proud smile. The boys whispered to each other, forming a quick plan.

Meanwhile, Togo continued teaching Ayano, his voice steady and reassuring. "Great job, baby. Now, let's try kicking your feet while you float. Just like you're riding a bike, okay?"

Ayano followed his instructions, her movements tentative but growing more confident with each passing moment. Togo's heart swelled with pride. "That's my girl," he said, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern expression.

Karasuke and Chorosuke, their plan set, approached their father with innocent expressions. "Hey, pops," Karasuke called out, "can you help us with a new trick we want to show Ayano-chan?"

Runosuke raised an eyebrow, suspecting his sons' intentions but playing along. "A new trick, huh? What kind of trick?"

Chorosuke chimed in, "It's a surprise! You have to come to the edge of the pool to see it."

Runosuke chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, you two troublemakers. Let's see this trick."

As Runosuke moved closer to the edge, the boys shared a conspiratorial grin. Just as he leaned over, Chorosuke and Karasuke each grabbed one of his arms and, with a burst of combined effort, pulled him into the pool.

There was a splash and a brief moment of underwater chaos before Runosuke surfaced, sputtering and laughing. "You little rascals!" he exclaimed, shaking the water from his hair. "I'll get you for that!"

Karasuke and Chorosuke dissolved into fits of laughter, swimming away from their father with playful shrieks. The commotion drew Togo and Ayano's attention, and Togo couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his older brother being outwitted by his sons.

"Looks like the kids got the drop on ya, aniki," Togo called out, still chuckling.

Runosuke grinned, his laughter mingling with the children's. "Yeah, yeah. Just wait until I catch them," he said, playfully chasing after his sons.

Togo turned back to Ayano, who was watching the scene with a faint smile on her usually expressionless face. He felt a warmth in his chest, seeing her relaxed and happy. “Don’t you get any ideas from your cousins, you hear me?” he said, his tone gruff but teasing. “I don’t need you pulling pranks on me, too.”

Ayano looked up at him, her expression as calm and emotionless as ever. “I wouldn’t, Papa,” she said, her voice steady. But there was something in her tone, a faint undercurrent that sent a chill down Togo’s spine. It wasn’t what she said, but the way she said it—almost too calm, too certain.

Togo narrowed his eyes slightly, studying her. “Alright, then,” he said, trying to shake off the feeling, continuing their practice. With Togo's guidance, Ayano began to practice her strokes, her movements becoming more fluid and confident. The laughter and playful splashes of her cousins and uncle added to the lively atmosphere, making her feel more at ease.

Togo watched Ayano swim back and forth in the shallow end of the pool, his eyes following her every movement. She was getting better with each lap, her strokes becoming more confident and coordinated. Pride swelled in his chest as he watched his little girl navigate the water with increasing ease.

"That's it, sweetheart," he called out, his rough voice filled with warmth. "Keep goin'. You're doin' great."

Ayano reached the edge of the pool and turned to swim back, her small body cutting through the water with determination. When she finally reached Togo again, she paused, looking up at him with her usual calm expression. He gave her an encouraging nod, feeling a surge of pride.

"You're a natural, sweetie," he said, his smile genuine. Togo watched her for a moment longer, then forced a smile and gave her a gentle nudge towards the pool. “Go on, then. Have fun with your cousins.”

As Ayano joined Karasuke and Chorosuke in the water, Togo couldn’t shake the lingering sense of unease. He turned to Runosuke, who had finally managed to catch his breath after the boys’ prank.

“You see that?” Togo said quietly, nodding towards Ayano. “She said she wouldn’t pull any pranks, but there was somethin’ off about it.”

Runosuke raised an eyebrow, glancing at Ayano. “You think she’s planning something?”

Togo shook his head, trying to brush off the uneasy feeling. “Nah, probably just my mind playin’ tricks on me,” he muttered, more to himself than to Runosuke.

Inside, dinner preparations were underway, and the atmosphere was relaxed as they dried off and changed out of their swimwear. Togo had almost convinced himself that Ayano was just being her usual reserved self, when suddenly, chaos erupted outside.

As Togo stepped onto the patio, a barrage of water balloons came flying at him from all directions. He barely had time to react before he was drenched, water dripping from his hair and clothes. Laughter erupted around him, and he looked up to see Ayano, Karasuke, and Chorosuke standing together, grinning mischievously.

“What the hell!” Togo exclaimed, trying to shield himself from the onslaught of water balloons.

Karasuke and Chorosuke continued to pelt him with balloons, their laughter infectious.

Togo sputtered, trying to shake the water from his hair. He glanced at Ayano, who was watching him with a small, satisfied smile. “Ayano!” he exclaimed, trying to sound stern but failing to hide a hint of amusement. “What did I tell you about pulling pranks?”

Ayano’s expression remained calm, though a flicker of amusement danced in her eyes. “You said not to pull pranks on you, Papa,” she replied innocently. “But you didn’t say anything about pulling pranks with Karasuke-niisan and Chorosuke-niisan.”

Togo’s surprise quickly turned to amusement as he realized what had happened. “You little rascals,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I should’ve known better than to trust you three.”

Before Togo could react, Karasuke and Chorosuke lunged at him, their small hands pushing him playfully towards the edge of the pool. Togo stumbled backward, his balance lost as he teetered on the edge. With a final shove from his nephews, he toppled into the water with a splash.

Togo surfaced, wiping water from his eyes and laughing despite himself. He glanced at Runosuke, who was watching the scene unfold with amusement. “I guess they got me good, huh?” he said with a grin.

Runosuke, watching from the patio, burst into laughter. “Told you she’d figure it out. Looks like you’ve got your hands full, Togo.”

Togo wiped the water from his face, his stern expression softening as he looked at Ayano. Despite the prank, he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. She had orchestrated the whole thing with her cousins, proving that she could be as playful and clever as any other child.

Ayano’s expression was calm, but there was a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. She had pulled off the prank without a hitch, and Togo could see that she was pleased with herself.

“Alright, alright,” Togo said, swimming to the edge of the pool and pulling himself out. “You got me. Good job, kids.”

Ayano stepped forward, her small hand reaching out to help him up. “Sorry, Papa. We just wanted to have some fun.”

Togo took her hand, his grip gentle. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just… maybe warn me next time, yeah?”

Ayano nodded, her expression softening. “I will, Papa.”

As Togo stood, dripping wet and still a bit stunned, he looked at his daughter and her cousins with a mix of exasperation and affection. They had managed to surprise him, and in doing so, had brought a bit more laughter and joy into their lives.

Runosuke clapped Togo on the back, grinning. “Looks like she’s fitting in just fine.”

Togo nodded, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, she is. And I couldn’t be prouder.”

As the day drew to a close, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over Runosuke's backyard. The children's laughter and splashes gradually subsided, replaced by the soothing hum of evening crickets. It was time to end their fun-filled day, and the adults began the task of getting everyone cleaned up and ready for bed.

After helping Ayano out of the pool, Togo wrapped her in a soft towel, gently drying her off. He then guided her inside, where he carefully bathed her, washing away the chlorine and leaving her skin soft and fresh. Ayano, exhausted from the day's activities, remained still and compliant, her eyes drooping with sleepiness.

Meanwhile, Runosuke was in the bathroom with Karasuke and Chorosuke, who were equally tired from their energetic day. After ensuring his sons were thoroughly washed and dressed in their pajamas, he scooped them both up, one on each arm. Both boys were already nodding off, their heads resting on their father's broad shoulders.

Togo finished bathing Ayano and dressed her in her favorite pajamas. Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to stay awake. He picked her up, her small body fitting perfectly in the crook of his arm. She nestled against him, her head resting on his shoulder, the familiar scent of her freshly washed hair filling the air.

As Togo carried Ayano out of the bathroom, he spotted Runosuke in the hallway, his nephews fast asleep in his arms. The sight made Togo chuckle softly. "Looks like your boys are knocked out," he remarked, his voice filled with amusement.

Runosuke grinned, adjusting his hold on the sleeping boys. "Yeah, they gave it their all today. I'm just glad they had a good time."

Togo nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie with his brother. "Same here. Ayano had a blast. Thanks for having us over, aniki."

Runosuke gave a warm smile. "Anytime, Togo. Family's always welcome."

They walked together to the children's bedrooms. Runosuke gently laid Karasuke and Chorosuke in their beds, tucking them in with a practiced hand. The boys barely stirred, their faces peaceful in sleep. Runosuke leaned down and kissed each of them on the forehead before quietly leaving the room.

Togo carried Ayano to the guest room where they were staying. He laid her down on the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. Ayano's eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, and she reached out, her tiny hand finding his.

"Papa," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with trust.

Togo smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'm right here, baby. You sleep tight now."

Ayano's eyes closed, her breathing evening out as she drifted off to sleep. Togo sat beside her for a moment, watching her with a sense of profound love and protectiveness. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering, "Goodnight, my little swan."

As Togo left the room, he found Runosuke waiting for him in the hallway. They shared a knowing look, the bond between them strengthened by their shared responsibilities and love for their children.

"Want a drink?" Runosuke asked, gesturing toward the kitchen.

"Sure," Togo replied, following his brother. "I could use one after today."

They settled in the kitchen, each with a glass of whiskey. The day's events had left them both tired but content. They talked quietly, sharing stories and reminiscing about their own childhoods, their laughter mingling with the quiet night sounds.

Eventually, the conversation lulled, and they sat in comfortable silence, the bond between them unspoken but deeply felt. Togo glanced down the hallway, where Ayano slept peacefully, feeling grateful for moments like these.

"Thanks again, aniki," Togo said, raising his glass in a small toast.

Runosuke clinked his glass against Togo's. "To family," he said, a smile playing on his lips.

"To family," Togo echoed, taking a sip of his drink.

As the night wore on, they stayed up, enjoying the quiet companionship and the knowledge that their family, despite the chaos and dangers of their world, was safe and together. And for Togo, that was all that mattered.

The next morning dawned bright and early, the sunlight streaming through the windows of Runosuke's home. The peaceful quiet of the previous night had given way to the cheerful clamor of children waking up and the aroma of breakfast being prepared in the kitchen. Togo stirred awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and glanced over to see Ayano still asleep beside him. He felt a warmth in his chest as he watched her peaceful face, the rise and fall of her small chest reassuring him.

Slowly and quietly, Togo got up and dressed, careful not to wake Ayano. He headed to the kitchen, where Runosuke was already up, flipping pancakes with a practiced hand. "Morning," Togo greeted, his voice still gruff from sleep.

"Morning, little brother," Runosuke replied with a smile. "Sleep well?"

Togo nodded, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Yeah, thanks. The kids still asleep?"

"Not for long, I bet," Runosuke said with a chuckle. "Those boys of mine wake up with the sun."

Sure enough, moments later, Karasuke and Chorosuke burst into the kitchen, their energy boundless. "Ojisan!" they exclaimed, racing to give him quick hugs before turning their attention to the stack of pancakes on the table.

Ayano woke up a little later, rubbing her eyes and looking adorably disheveled. Togo went to her side immediately, helping her out of bed and into the kitchen. He served her a plate of pancakes, making sure she had everything she needed. Ayano ate quietly, her expression as serene as always.

After breakfast, the children were eager to play outside. Runosuke had a spacious backyard, complete with a small playground, and the boys were already climbing the jungle gym. Ayano watched them, her curiosity piqued.

"Go on, Ayano," Togo encouraged, though he stayed close by, his eyes never leaving her.

Ayano approached the jungle gym cautiously, her expression unreadable. She began to climb, her movements slow and deliberate. Togo stood nearby, ready to intervene at the slightest hint of danger.

"You're doing great, Ayano!" Karasuke called out from the top of the structure.

As she climbed higher, Togo's heart pounded in his chest, after yesterday's mishaps, he was prepared to make sure it wouldn't happen again. He fought the urge to hover directly beneath her, forcing himself to take a few steps back. He knew he needed to let her explore and learn, but it was easier said than done.

Runosuke noticed his brother's tension and walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Togo, you've got to let her learn. She won't always have you right there to catch her."

Togo frowned, his protective instincts warring with the logic of his brother's words. "I know. I just... I can't stand the thought of her getting hurt."

"I get it," Runosuke said gently. "But a few scrapes and bruises won't break her. They'll make her stronger."

Just then, Ayano reached the top of the jungle gym. She looked down at Togo, her face impassive but her eyes holding a hint of pride. Togo managed a smile, giving her a thumbs-up. "Great job, sweetie."

Ayano began to climb down, and Togo's muscles tensed with every step she took. When her foot slipped slightly, he instinctively moved forward, but Ayano quickly regained her footing. She made it to the ground safely, and Togo let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

As the day went on, Togo continued to struggle with his overprotectiveness. He hovered close by as Ayano played, intervening whenever he thought she might be in danger. Runosuke scolded him several times, reminding him to let Ayano experience things on her own. Togo listened, but his heart wouldn't let him fully relax.

At one point, Ayano tripped and fell while running with her cousins. Togo was there in an instant, lifting her up and checking for injuries. "Are you okay, Ayano? Did you hurt yourself?"

Ayano shook her head, her face calm as always. "I'm okay, Papa."

Runosuke sighed, walking over to his brother. "Togo, she needs to learn how to get back up on her own."

"I think it's about time we called it a day." Togo said quietly, turning to his brother.

Runosuke nodded in agreement, his gaze following his sons as they continued running around the yard. "Yeah, they've had their fill of adventure for one day."

Runosuke sighed, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "Yeah, I suppose you're right." He stood up, stretching his arms above his head. "Alright, boys!" he called out to his sons. "It's time to call it a day. Wash up for dinner!"

Karasuke and Chorosuke groaned in unison, their playful protests echoing through the yard. "Aw, pops, just a little longer?" Karasuke pleaded.

"Yeah, please?" Chorosuke added, giving his best puppy-dog eyes.

Runosuke chuckled, shaking his head. "Nope, you heard your old man. It's time to clean up. You can catch more fireflies tomorrow."

The boys sighed dramatically but didn't argue further. They trudged toward the house, their energy finally waning after a long day of play. Runosuke turned to Togo, a knowing smile on his face. "They'll thank us later when they don't fall asleep in their dinner."

Togo laughed, nodding. "Yeah, I bet." He looked over at Ayano, who was still trying to catch a firefly, her small hands reaching out gently. He felt a surge of affection for her, mixed with his constant protectiveness. "Come on, Ayano. Let's get you cleaned up too."

Ayano turned and walked over to him, her face calm and composed. Togo lifted her into his arms, feeling her tiny weight against his chest. He carried her inside, heading straight for the bathroom. Once there, he gently set her down and began running a bath, checking the water temperature to make sure it was just right.

As he helped Ayano undress, he spoke softly to her. "You had a good day, huh?"

Ayano nodded, her expression unchanged. "Yes, Papa."

Togo smiled, lifting her into the tub. He carefully washed her, making sure to clean off all the dirt and remnants of their day outside. Ayano remained still and compliant, her trust in him evident in every movement.

After the bath, Togo wrapped her in a warm towel, drying her off and helping her into her pajamas. Her small frame looked even tinier in the oversized, fluffy sleepwear. Once she was dressed, Togo lifted her into his arms again and carried her to the dining room, where the table was already set for dinner.

Runosuke and his sons were waiting, their eyes lighting up when they saw Togo and Ayano enter the room. "There she is," Runosuke said with a warm smile. "Ready for some dinner, Ayano?"

Ayano nodded, her expression calm as always. Togo set her down in a chair, making sure she was comfortable before taking his own seat beside her. The room filled with the comforting aromas of miso soup, grilled fish, and steamed rice.

They ate together, the atmosphere relaxed and familial. Karasuke and Chorosuke chatted animatedly about their day, recounting their adventures with Ayano. Togo listened with a smile, his eyes often drifting to his daughter to make sure she was eating well.

After dinner, Runosuke leaned back in his chair, a satisfied look on his face. "Alright, boys. You know the drill. Time to wash the dishes."

The boys groaned but got up obediently, clearing the table with practiced efficiency. As they started to carry the dishes to the sink, Karasuke turned to Ayano. "Hey, Ayano-chan, wanna help us wash the dishes?"

Ayano looked at Togo, her expression neutral but her eyes questioning. Togo hesitated, his protective instincts flaring up. "I don't know if—"

"Come on, Togo," Runosuke interrupted gently. "It's just dishes. She'll be fine."

Togo took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, Ayano. You can help."

Karasuke beamed and led Ayano to the sink, where Chorosuke was already filling the basin with warm, soapy water. "Here, Ayano-chan," Karasuke said, handing her a dish. "I'll show you how to scrub, and Chorosuke will rinse."

Ayano took the dish and the sponge, watching Karasuke intently as he demonstrated the proper technique. She mimicked his movements with a precision that made Togo smile. Chorosuke stood beside her, ready to rinse the soap off once she was done.

Togo leaned against the counter, keeping a watchful eye on them but feeling a sense of pride as he saw Ayano learning and participating. The boys worked together seamlessly, their camaraderie evident in their easy banter and shared laughter.

"You're doing great, Ayano-chan," Chorosuke said, his voice full of encouragement. "See, it's not so hard, right?"

Ayano nodded, her expression focused as she scrubbed the next dish. Togo's heart swelled with pride and affection. He knew he had to let go a little, to allow her to grow and learn, even if it meant facing small risks.

As the children continued their task, Runosuke came over to stand beside Togo. "See? She's capable, and my boys are good teachers," Runosuke said, clapping a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Yeah," Togo admitted, his voice softening. "I guess I'm just not used to it yet."

"You'll get there," Runosuke assured him. "Just take it one step at a time."

Togo nodded, watching Ayano with a mixture of pride and tenderness. She was growing, learning, and becoming a part of a family that loved her. And Togo knew that, with his brother's support, he could learn to let her spread her wings, even if just a little bit at a time.

After the dishes were done, the boys excitedly grabbed Ayano's hands and began pulling her towards their bedroom. "Come on, Ayano-chan! We're gonna read scary stories before bed!" Karasuke exclaimed.

Togo watched, a mixture of amusement and concern flickering in his eyes. Remembering Ayano's fear of monsters, he decided to tag along. "I'll come with you guys," he said, earning a grin from Runosuke.

They all gathered in the boys' bedroom, the space illuminated by a dim lamp that cast eerie shadows on the walls. Karasuke and Chorosuke took their places on the bed, while Ayano settled next to Togo on the floor, clutching her stuffed animal tightly.

"Alright, tonight's story is about Frankenstein's monster," Karasuke began, his voice low and dramatic. Chorosuke chimed in, adding spooky sound effects as Karasuke told the tale of the creature brought to life by a mad scientist, who roamed the countryside in search of revenge.

As the story progressed, Togo could feel Ayano's grip on his shirt tightening. Her wide eyes were fixed on Karasuke, absorbing every word. He put a reassuring arm around her, feeling her small body tremble slightly.

"...and then, Frankenstein's monster appeared at the window, its ghastly face peering through the glass," Karasuke concluded, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Ready to snatch anyone who wasn't careful."

Chorosuke added with a mischievous grin, "Goodnight, Ayano-chan. Better watch out for Frankenstein's monster out your window."

Ayano's eyes darted towards the window, her fear evident even in her emotionless expression. Togo glared at the boys, his protective instincts flaring up. "Alright, that's enough of that," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Karasuke and Chorosuke chuckled, clearly having enjoyed scaring their new cousin. "Goodnight, Ayano-chan," they said in unison, still grinning.

Togo lifted Ayano into his arms, her grip on his shirt never loosening. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you to bed." He carried her back to the guest room, her small body clinging to him like a lifeline.

Once in the guest room, Togo set Ayano down on the bed and pulled the covers up around her. He sat beside her, smoothing her hair away from her face. "You okay, Ayano?" he asked gently.

She nodded, but her eyes kept flicking towards the window. Togo could see the fear lingering in her gaze. He took a deep breath, knowing he needed to reassure her further. "Ayano," he began softly. "You know, no one's actually smart enough to make a real Frankenstein's monster. It's just a story."

Ayano looked up at him, her eyes wide but curious. Togo continued, hoping to calm her fears. "I read the book when I was in high school. It's about a guy named Victor Frankenstein who was really smart and curious. He wasn't a bad guy, just too curious for his own good."

He watched as Ayano's expression shifted from fear to interest. "Victor's the main character," he explained. "He's the one who made all the choices and faced the consequences. The 'monster' was just a result of his actions."

Ayano seemed to relax, her grip on Togo's shirt loosening a bit. "Victor Frankenstein," she repeated softly, her eyes reflecting her newfound interest.

"Yeah, he wanted to create life, so he made this 'monster' out of different body parts. But it didn't turn out the way he expected." Togo said with a smile. "And there were other characters too, like Elizabeth, who was Victor's love interest. She was kind and gentle, and she loved Victor a lot. There was Henry Clerval, Victor's best friend, he was always there for Victor when he needed him the most,"

Ayano listened intently, her fear of the monster dissipating as she became more engrossed in the story. By the end, Togo could see that she was no longer afraid but rather fascinated by the characters and their roles.

"You know," Togo said thoughtfully, "one day, you might meet someone like Victor. And you could be their Elizabeth."

Ayano shook her head firmly. "No, Papa. I don't want to be Elizabeth. I want to be Victor."

Togo chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. "Alright then, Victoria," he said, giving her a new nickname. "You can be whoever you want to be. Just remember, with great power comes great responsibility."

Ayano nodded, a small smile playing on her lips for the first time that evening. "I'll remember, Papa."

Togo kissed her forehead, feeling a sense of peace settle over them both. "Goodnight, Victoria," he whispered, holding her close.

"Goodnight, Papa," she replied softly, finally closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. She snuggled closer to Togo, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace.

 Ayano glanced at Togo, she felt a surge of gratitude. It wasn't just about being sheltered or protected—it was about being seen and accepted for who she was, fears and all. 

And so, in the quiet of that evening, Ayano allowed herself to bask in the warmth of belonging, her heart finally at peace in the embrace of a family forged not by blood, but by choice and love.