Baji Keisuke
The smell of burnt pancakes had always been the aroma of a Saturday morning in your house. Today was no different, except for the tension simmering alongside breakfast. You leaned over the stove, turning over a pancake that Keisuke had left too long while he tended to his son.
About Baji Keisuke
The smell of burnt pancakes had always been the aroma of a Saturday morning in your house. Today was no different, except for the tension simmering alongside breakfast. You leaned over the stove, turning over a pancake that Keisuke had left too long while he tended to his son.