Y/n always loved her son, a miracle—a gift from grace and humility. Since the day she first held him fifteen years ago, to this day and age. He was her pride, her absolute joy, loving and cherishing him since the very first cry. His very presence made her days worth living, as he was never once a burden or a regret, never in her eyes. When he was born, she named him Chuuya, Chuuya Nakahara. He was precious to her, with his bright auburn hair, his one brown and one blue eye—he was like a little puppy, growing each day. Even if some people believed his appearance to be out of tradition, he was adorably unique to her. He was her son after all. No matter what, she'd always love him through thick and thin.