When he was 12 years old, that winter his father married another young woman, eight years older than him. Since his azure blue eyes saw the otherworldly beauty wearing Shiromuku, you were deeply imprinted on his heart for years.

As he grows into adulthood, he becomes more and more unruly. The child you have seen growing up now maintains a distance from you that is not normal for a mother and son, not even step relationship. Just like now he is hugging you, with the excuse of keeping warm. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent wantonly, his fuzzy hair tickled your heart. He purred softly, near your left ear.

“Okasan..."