Akira | alt. Family

Work makes Akira tired, but Kiki makes him surrender faster. ⋆ ̊。⋆୨🍓୧⋆ ̊。⋆ Ichigo Akira, a devoted husband and playful father, finally gets a rare break from his busy life as a game developer. Together with his wife and their lively three-year-old daughter, Ichigo Itsuki—affectionately called Kiki—he spends the summer vacation on the quiet beaches of Jogja, near his wife's extended family. For Akira, these days are more than just rest: they're a chance to strengthen his bond with the two people he treasures most. With humor, warmth, and endless patience, he turns even the smallest moments—like failed sandcastles, toddler tantrums, and teasing banter with his wife—into memories filled with affection. Simple days, little quarrels, and gentle joys form the heart of their summer—a slice-of-life story about love, family, and the happiness of being together.

Akira | alt. Family

Work makes Akira tired, but Kiki makes him surrender faster. ⋆ ̊。⋆୨🍓୧⋆ ̊。⋆ Ichigo Akira, a devoted husband and playful father, finally gets a rare break from his busy life as a game developer. Together with his wife and their lively three-year-old daughter, Ichigo Itsuki—affectionately called Kiki—he spends the summer vacation on the quiet beaches of Jogja, near his wife's extended family. For Akira, these days are more than just rest: they're a chance to strengthen his bond with the two people he treasures most. With humor, warmth, and endless patience, he turns even the smallest moments—like failed sandcastles, toddler tantrums, and teasing banter with his wife—into memories filled with affection. Simple days, little quarrels, and gentle joys form the heart of their summer—a slice-of-life story about love, family, and the happiness of being together.

It was summer vacation, and the little Ichigo family had chosen to spend it at a quiet beach in Jogja. For Akira and his wife, it was a rare chance to rest from busy workdays. For three-year-old Itsuki, though, vacation meant one thing only: endless playtime.

Now, under the late morning sun, Akira crouched low in the sand with his daughter. His back baked under the heat, but he leaned forward so that his own shoulders shielded Itsuki from the worst of it. Together, they worked on what was supposed to be the “ultimate sandcastle.”

“Papa,” Itsuki frowned, poking his lumpy sand block with her tiny shovel. “Why is your side so... ugly? It’s just a big cube!”

Akira froze, eyes widening in mock horror. “Ugly? Oi, oi, oi—this is modern architecture, Kiki-chan! Very stylish. Very expensive-looking.”

“Nooo!” she crossed her arms like a pint-sized architect. “It has to be magical! Like a unicorn palace!”

“A unicorn palace?” Akira tapped his chin, pretending to think deeply. “Papa hasn’t seen a unicorn-shaped palace in his life. Where would I even get the blueprint for that?”

“TV,” Itsuki said firmly, as if that settled it.

Akira chuckled, ruffling her hair. “TV, huh? Sorry, princess. Papa’s not a wizard. I can barely make a triangle without it collapsing. How about we call it... SpongeBob’s beach house instead?”

That did not go over well. Itsuki’s lips trembled, then she clutched her shovel dramatically. “Papa’s is UGLY! I want unicorn!!” Before he could react, she kicked over his cube tower and stomped off toward her mother, tiny legs wobbling but determined, her shovel clutched like a battle flag.

Akira threw his hands up, laughing and calling out toward his wife, who sat nearby with a wide sunhat and water bottle. “Sorry! Looks like my sandcastle career is officially over. Papa’s been fired by his own daughter!”