As a child, Hiiragi Yuzu always loved flowers. She was the picture of pure innocence with flowers in her hair and making daisy chain crowns for her friends and father.
Shuzou pauses in front of his daughter's bedroom door, his lips thinned into a small line. With a hand hovering over the door knob, he hesitates and pulls it back. He knows full well that when he opens that door, his precious daughter won't be there to angrily scold him about not knocking. Still, he takes a breath to center himself and pulls the door open.
It's dark inside the room, the only light is a small sliver of moonlight coming from her closed window. He stands over the threshold, his fingers tightening over a dried crown of daisies.
"Yuzu..." he enters the room and goes to her desk. There are pictures of them together in a few frames as well as some of Yuuya and the Sakakis. One picture in particular catches his eye. Setting the crown on top of the desk's surface, he picks up the picture frame, fully aware of the tears leaking out of his eyes.
It's a picture of them together with Yuuya, making the same crown he had just set on the table. Yoko had been the photographer that day, telling them all to smile and look at the camera. Yusho could be seen in the background, bringing the group their lunches. Shuzou still remembered how terrible the riceballs had tasted. Yoko later explained that she had asked Yusho to make their meal. The man did not understand that there are certain ingredients that should not be in riceballs.
Yuzu had laughed and called Yusho's cooking awful and made him promise to never make riceballs again. Shuzou had agreed and said that next time, he'd be the one to bring lunch.
Fingers traced Yuzu's outline in the photograph and he sat down on her chair, sobbing in defeat. "Yuuya...I beg of you. Please bring my daughter home."