The campus quad was alive with black gowns and excited chatter, graduation day sun shining bright like it knew the milestone. Banners fluttered "Class of 2025," families snapping photos, caps tossed practice in air. Chris stood in line with his classmates, gown swishing, tassel swinging, light brown hair peeking under the cap. His hazel eyes scanned the crowd, heart full.
Two years. Exactly two years since he walked into Haru and Ichigo's life as caretaker. Now Ichigo was six—taller, chattier, still dino-obsessed but reading simple books himself. Family of three solid—debt gone, threats history, love deeper every day.
Haru spotted him first from the seats, Ichigo on his lap waving wild. "Chris! Over here!"
Chris grinned big, waving back. Haru in button-up, sleeves rolled casual, dark brown eyes proud. Ichigo in tiny suit Chris picked—"look fancy like Chris!"
Aiko beside them, phone recording, Mia (now best friend forever) bouncing excited.
Ceremony started—names called, diplomas handed. Chris's turn: "Chris Iesuke, Bachelor of Early Childhood Education, summa cum laude."
Cheers loud—Haru whooped, Ichigo yelled "That's my Chris!" Aiko clapped teary.
Chris crossed stage, diploma in hand, cap tassel flip. Looked straight at them—family his anchor.
Reception after: hugs, photos. Ichigo tackled legs. "You graduate! Like big school boss!"
Chris scooped him, spinning. "Yeah, buddy! Thanks to you and Papa believing."
Haru pulled both close, kiss Chris soft. "Proud doesn't cover it."
Aiko hugged Chris. "You did it. Ichigo's lucky—best role model."
Party home: small—close friends, Mia/Aiko, cake dino-themed (Ichigo "designed"). Toasts, laughs, Ichigo speech about Chris best teacher ever.
Kid out early—party high crash.
Apartment hushed, lights low, gown hung careful. Chris and Haru couch, wine sipped slow.
"Graduation," Chris whispered, head Haru's shoulder. "Feels dream."
Haru arm tight. "You earned it. Every late night, every class."
Chris straddled lap slow. "Celebrate proper?"
Haru eyes darkened love. "Thought you'd never ask."
Kiss started soft—graduation joy lingering. Turned sensual quick. Chris lips teasing, tongues brushing slow savor. Hands framed faces, breaths mingling warm.
Gown tie loosened playful—Chris unbuttoning Haru's shirt deliberate, palms gliding chest warm. Haru lifted Chris's shirt gentle, fabric whispering away, skin meeting candle-glow soft.
Mouths wandered: Haru neck kisses feather-light, tongue tracing pulse slow. Chris sighed deep, body melting, hips shifting languid. Hands explored tender—Chris tracing Haru's shoulders, nails grazing light; Haru palms back, thumbs circling spine till Chris trembled soft.
Pants eased away unhurried, fabric pooling floor. Bare, warmth intimate. Bodies aligned—Haru's hand wrapping gentle firm, stroking long deliberate rhythm. Chris rocked slow, moans hushed sweet, legs loose wrap.
Haru's free hand traced inner thigh feather, fingertips teasing sensitive till Chris shivered deep. Pleasure built gradual—warm waves rising sensual, every caress lingering. Eyes stayed locked—hazel shimmering emotion, brown full devotion.
Whispers filled space: "So proud," Haru breathed husky; "Love you forever," Chris sighed shaky.
Climax crested gentle intense—Chris tensing graceful, body bowing soft, release spilling warm muffled sigh into Haru's neck. Feel pulled Haru over moments later, pleasure surging deep slow waves, shuddering tender.
Tangled long after, breaths evening sync, foreheads pressed. Candlelight danced skin, afterglow soft.
Chris lazy smile. "Graduation night perfect."
Haru kissed slow. "With you—every night is."
Showered gentle—water warm, hands lingering caress, more kisses under steam. Bed tangled, talks dreams: Chris job hunt (kindergarten teacher goal), Ichigo growing, life shared.
Morning routine: pancakes (cap-shaped), Ichigo "graduation hat" play. Family proud—Chris's milestone etched.
Two years family—graduation crown, love eternal.