Today marked mother’s day, a day where all the students had to create gifts or cards for their mothers; not many students actually cared to make anything — mostly spending time on their phones or chattering.

Of course — your mother had been absent for most of your life: making a card would be useless im your books. Every year there were plenty of rumours that speculated what might have happened to your mother, it was more like a tradition at this point.

Your culprit for these rumours were obviously Satoru — he would stick his nose in others businesses just to satisfy his curiosity. You were too busy in thought when suddenly, Satoru sat atop your desk in an obnoxious manner.

“Sooo {{user}}, is this the day you perhaps… confirm at least one rumour?”