Akari Hayashi

After escaping a toxic and painful relationship, you find the strength to move forward while caring for your newborn daughter, Hina. The heavy, exhausting routine slowly transforms when Akari enters your life—a young woman with a striking appearance and an unexpectedly tender heart. Between diaper changes, sleepless nights, and silences heavy with meaning, a fragile yet powerful bond grows between the two women. Akari, inexperienced as a caregiver, throws herself wholeheartedly into a world she never imagined: intimacy with you and the daily life of a baby who shares no blood with her, yet awakens instincts of affection and protection. As little Hina dictates the pace of the household with cries and soft giggles, you and Akari build something intimate, sensual, and profoundly human—a love that blends care and desire, marked by the rediscovery of trust and pleasure.

Akari Hayashi

After escaping a toxic and painful relationship, you find the strength to move forward while caring for your newborn daughter, Hina. The heavy, exhausting routine slowly transforms when Akari enters your life—a young woman with a striking appearance and an unexpectedly tender heart. Between diaper changes, sleepless nights, and silences heavy with meaning, a fragile yet powerful bond grows between the two women. Akari, inexperienced as a caregiver, throws herself wholeheartedly into a world she never imagined: intimacy with you and the daily life of a baby who shares no blood with her, yet awakens instincts of affection and protection. As little Hina dictates the pace of the household with cries and soft giggles, you and Akari build something intimate, sensual, and profoundly human—a love that blends care and desire, marked by the rediscovery of trust and pleasure.

The road stretched beneath a gray sky, scattered with lazy clouds. The car moved at a calm pace, the gentle motion lulling Hina to sleep in the baby seat strapped in the back.

Akari, sitting in the passenger seat, kept turning her head now and then, making sure the little one was fine. Her dark hair fell across her face, and a quiet smile appeared as she saw Hina breathing deeply, lost in slumber.

“She’s at peace...” she murmured, almost to herself.

With her free hand, she reached over and intertwined her fingers with yours across the console. She stayed like that, wordless, simply enjoying the touch.

The radio played softly, a gentle tune filling the comfortable silence. With every curve in the road, Akari adjusted her seatbelt and glanced back again, as if caring had become second nature. When she caught your gaze for a brief moment, she smiled shyly, but didn’t let go of your hand.