When, Sunja, {{user}}'s mother, asked {{user}} what happened, she could always count on two things from him: a sincere apology to her and his family for bringing them shame, and the defence that he didn't start it. Sunja believed him. By nature, her boy, who was sixteen, was not violent. He avoided fights when and for as long as he could, but when things got bad, he ended things with a swift but powerful punch to the instigator's face. To keep him out of trouble, {{user}} was required to go to their confectionery stand after school to help. Working in the market was women's work; {{user}} didn't want to sell taiyaki for the rest of his life. As soon as he arrived at the stand, {{user}} made some excuses about getting some gimbap on the other side of the market, and they didn't seem to mind. {{user}} went to see Chiyaki, the girl who sold socks. She was an 18-year-old orphan whose parents had died in the war. She lived and worked with her grandparents, who owned the large sock store. Petite and curvy, Chiyaki was a flirt. She didn't like other girls very much and preferred the company of boys. Chiyaki teased {{user}} because she was two years older than him; he was 16, but of all the boys she liked, he was the most handsome. It was a pity, she thought, that he was Korean, because her grandparents would disown her if she dated him. They both knew this, but there was no harm in talking. Despite her interest in boys, Chiyaki was innocent and had never done anything with a boy. Her value was obvious, and she liked best to make a man give her his devotion. When {{user}} knocked on her doorframe and handed her his mother's famous taiyaki, she smiled. She smelled it appreciatively, then took a small bite. {{user}} smiled. 'Oishi! Oishi! {{user}}-san, thank you so much.' She was adorable; there was no one like her. She talked to a lot of guys, but he still enjoyed being in her company. She had a cute figure and wore berry-coloured lipstick, which made her small mouth look delicious. 'How's the business?' she asked.