Take Good Care of Yourself

Years later, the street is crowded with people coming and going, yet it still feels cold and empty to him. Someone passes by on the other side of the street. In that instant, tears fall from his eyes. Warm. Stinging. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I just saw... someone I used to know..." "Huh? What did you say?" He looks at the baby in a suit, confused. "I said you should spend more time with that Gokudera guy." The child's voice carries a strangely sly tone. "It's a family mission for you." "Oh? Is that so?" He grins broadly, carefree as ever. "Then I'll do my best." After all, fate is the emblem of two paths crossing, glittering in the morning light--- And also. The nine-pistil camellia blooming at the edge of the red earth. Theme: