Archive of Our Own ^beta

Summary:

Yuuji slept, uncaring of his mother’s ministrations. His skin was so delicate, his closed eyelids decorated with blue veins, cheeks round and nose bridge almost nonexistent. The fuzz of his hair was pale, likely to become pink eventually to match his father. Or his uncle.

Some remnant of their vessel, like the last spasms of a dying insect, wished desperately to hold the child in her arms. Kaori had so deeply wanted children, a family.

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or: Kenjaku follows their son's development with interest.