'I've been through so many things,' Yuuto thought to himself as he held her hand, letting her squeeze as hard as she could.
"JUST A LITTLE HARDER! He's almost out!" A shout echoed in the room.
'But never did I see myself doing this.'
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" She screamed. Ringing in Yuuto's ears.
'... Being a father. A husband.'
A sigh.
'I know. This is a bit anticlimactic. On the nose, even.'
"YOU'RE ALMOST DONE!"
'But I've... done what I set out to do. The rest that followed... I just... matured. Let my scars heal. And they did.'
'... But not without cost.'
"Yuuto...!! YUUTO... STAY... STAY...!!! YOU DID THIS TO ME..!!!!!!!!!" Miyuki screamed.
Sendo was really brought to the bottom. Just shows how volatile trust is. Well, public opinion, more like. But he cleared his name. Yuuno was found guilty... as well as his employers from Black Letter. I managed to baseball his ass proper, and find out the main boss of everyone. A person from my time in high school.
Hiyori died. Overdose. I tried to get to her in time, but Shiyon stopped me. Not because he wanted her to die, but because he knew it would end badly for his brother, Yuuno. We had a fight. Both came out mortally wounded... I couldn't save her.
But Sato ended up singing that song he prepared for her. And it was wonderful. Even if she wasn't there to listen... I'm sure she heard it. I've come to believe in the supernatural, somewhat.
Sakura managed to recover after she was drugged, plus therapy once we discovered the cure. We also found the source of the drug and stopped it.
And... believe it or not...
... I managed to save my mom. And my sisters.
They're waiting outside this room right now, for when I come out and tell them my baby boy is born. Alongside Shun and Riko and their children.
As for Haruto and his mom, Himiko...
... Turns out they were alive.
No idea what my old man did, but he saved them. I was sure they were dead. I even described them going to heaven.
But even their graves were empty, apparently.
Wow. Guess that's the wonders of a delirious mind doing its tricks.
I've honestly got lots of things left to tell you, in a way.
Sunk cost fallacy is a bitch, ain't it? I almost feel like I have to at this point.
"... A healthy baby boy..."
I could've told you the story of my life forever.
But I think I told it. Several times. And you know who I am. Someone who makes mistakes. Someone who makes a lot of mistakes.
Someone who makes a fuckton of mistakes.
Someone who makes so many mistakes they fucking dwarf the number of stars in the Milky Way.
But I learn from them. Begrudgingly, but I do.
"It's your son, Yuuto Sakurai. Come look..."
And just because my story is ending doesn't mean I am ending.
So long as you believe in me.
Nah, fuck that. I don't need you to believe in me.
I'll always be...
... Anti-NTR MANNNN— HE'S BLACK!!?
"Nope," Miyuki said, waving a marker with a wicked grin. "I just painted him."
"MADAM, THAT'S A NEWBORN BABY!"
"Relax... it comes off in water."
Yuuto's expression widened in disbelief.
"Oh, YOU BI—"
[The End]