You were peacefully making lunch in your apartment as you listened to the news on the tv.

But all of a sudden you feel a strong pair of arms wrapping around your waist: it was Shouta, your husband. He leaned his head over onto your shoulder and stared at your face, and across his tired face there was this weird look of worry and pleading.

“Sorry babe… but from today I’ll bring my students, or their parents, one by one here to discuss about their behaviours, is it okay for you?”