At the mansion…
Akira entered through the large front door, silence trailing behind his footsteps. In the hall stood Yuke, who noticed his brother right away. His face lit up, and he rushed toward him—but as he got closer, he slowed down.
Akira's eyelashes shimmered… not from light, but from tears that hadn't fully dried. Yuke's smile faltered for a moment, his chest tightening at the sight.
"Brother… you're back," he said softly.
Akira stood still in front of him and gave a small nod.
"…Yuke," he began quietly, "can you do one thing for me?"
Yuke tilted his head.
"What is it, brother?"
Akira's voice cracked slightly.
"Please… have kids. I want you to have kids."
Yuke blinked in surprise, processing the request.
"But… if you want kids, then why don't you go and make them with your wife?"
Akira turned to look at him, eyes void of light.
"I'm already divorced, Yuke… how will I make kids?"
Yuke gasped as the truth hit him. His heart ached. But then, without hesitation, he smiled gently and wrapped his arms around Akira's neck in a warm hug.
"If you want babies," he whispered, "then I'll fill this mansion with babies for you, brother. Don't worry, okay?"
Akira's eyes softened, heavy with emotion.
"…Really?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
Yuke nodded, and Akira hugged him back, gently, like holding something precious.
Later that day...
Yuke opened the door to his bedroom. Sitting on the bed with one leg crossed, was a male omega—Yuri. He was sucking on an ice pop, eyes half-lidded, right-side fringe blonde and soft, pale skin glowing under the light. He glanced at Yuke with his left eye, unconcerned.
"Wh…a…t?" Yuri mumbled, stick still in his mouth.
Yuke grinned.
"Let's make babies, babe."
Yuri's eyes went wide in shock.
"Pardon me?!"
—
Meanwhile, in the mansion's bar room…
Akira stood alone, surrounded by shelves stacked with expensive alcohol from every brand and decade. In his hand was a bat.
With one hard swing—
Crash!
Glass shattered against the walls. One by one, he destroyed every bottle in sight. The room filled with the scent of spilled liquor and broken memories.
When it was done, he stood in silence.
Then turned to the servants.
"Clean this place up," he said.
"From now on… I don't want a single drop of alcohol in this house. Make it colourful. Alive."
—
Six months later…
Joy filled the mansion. Yuri's pregnancy was going smoothly, and everyone was overjoyed—Akira, Astra, Yuke, Mickey, Aoi…
Yuri was sitting on the sofa, snacking on fruits lazily when he suddenly gasped, placing a hand on his belly.
"The babies… they kicked!" he smiled brightly.
He immediately called Yuke over.
"Come here—feel it!"
Yuke rushed over and knelt beside him, placing his hand gently on the bump.
Nothing.
"…They're not kicking," he muttered in disappointment.
At that moment, Akira was walking by. He noticed the two of them on the couch, and curiosity tugged at him.
"What are you doing, Yuke?" he asked, stopping nearby.
Yuke looked up.
"Brother! The babies kicked just a few seconds ago."
"Oh? Really?" Akira asked with interest.
Yuke nodded eagerly.
Yuri looked up at him.
"Brother-in-law, wanna try?"
Akira flinched, immediately waving his hands.
"N-No! I might hurt you—!"
Without a word, Yuri grabbed Akira's wrist and tugged him down gently to kneel beside them.
"Idiot," he said, rolling his eyes. "It won't hurt me. Try it—they might like you."
Akira hesitated.
Yuke nudged him with a smile.
"Try it, brother."
Akira slowly reached out… placed his hand on Yuri's belly…
Thump.
Yuri gasped.
"Oh! It kicked again—did you feel it, brother-in-law?"
Akira's eyes went wide. A soft blush spread across his cheeks. He nodded, smiling like a small child.
Yuri giggled.
"See? I told you."
Yuke pouted.
"That's not fair… they didn't react when I touched."
Akira smirked, teasingly.
"Maybe they like their uncle more."
Yuke squished his cheeks playfully.
"But I'm their father, remember?"
Akira chuckled, eyes still warm.
"No denying that."