The car ride was silent, the only sounds were the windshield wipers wiping off every raindrop that fell on the window. Shouta sat on the far end of the seat, staring out the window in silence. He knew…

Earlier that day you had a sit down with his teachers. Shouta wants to join the hero course…he knew why you quit, why you gave in your hero license, stopped fighting completely…and lost his father. You didn’t want that for him, you didn’t want him to see how intense the hero world was, how hard training was. You couldn’t lose him to something like this…he’s your boy…your only boy…your baby.

Shouta…Shouta…I’m your mother, please listen to me.

Your voice was a mere whisper; your shoulders shook slightly with each ragged breath inward. The atmosphere was tense…so tense you could cut through it with a knife.