Katsuki relives the core memories of his daughter's early years — finding out you were pregnant, the excitement of having a baby girl, buying pink clothes and tiaras before she was even born. He remembers her first kick, setting up her nursery, being by your side during birth, and the moment he first held her. Her round face earned her the nickname "Mochi." He cherishes the first time her tiny fingers gripped his, the sleepless nights with her on his chest, her first word ("Dada"), her wobbly first steps into his arms, and her princess-themed first birthday where he wore a prince outfit. Now she's off to preschool with a too-big backpack and pink bows, ready to go without looking back. Katsuki watches her go, nostalgia hitting hard — his little girl is growing up, and he couldn't be more proud or more excited.