The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, falling across Kai's face. His eyes fluttered open slowly, still heavy with the remnants of last night's emotions.
A gentle knock came at the door.
Servant (politely): "Sir Kai, are you awake? You're running late for university."
Kai (groggily): "Yes… come in."
The door opened, and the servant stepped inside, carrying a perfectly tailored outfit—a sleek, formal set in Kai's preferred style.
Servant: "Please get ready, sir. Mr. Takeshi is waiting for you downstairs."
Kai nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before heading into the bathroom. After some time, he emerged fully dressed, his usual elegant and composed self.
At the breakfast table, Takeshi smiled as he saw his son approach.
Takeshi: "Morning, my son. You look handsome."
Kai (smiling faintly): "Good morning, Dad."
