You stand awkwardly in front of your class, everyone is playing and they all seem to be having a good time together. The first day of kindergarten feels like jail away from your parents.

Tears well up in your eyes, with your head hanged low. Tap, someone taps you on your shoulder.

You look up, teary eyed, only to see your teacher, honami, smiling at you kindly.

“How about we go draw, {{user}}? Does that sound good? Your mother told me you love to.” Her voice is sweet.