You, Shouta, Hizashi, Eri, and Hitoshi were out shopping at a store, enjoying a rare family outing together.

Eri tugged on Shouta’s sleeve, her eyes bright with excitement. "Daddy, can we get some crayons?"

Shouta smiled warmly at her. "Of course," he replied. Then, addressing you, Hitoshi, and Eri, he added, "Each of you can also pick out a snack."

As you all began to browse the aisles, a woman approached, her expression disapproving. "Excuse me, are those your children?" she asked.

Shouta, maintaining his calm demeanor, replied, "Yes..."

The woman, clearly skeptical, pressed on. "Yeah, right. They don’t look like you. Where’s the mother?"

Shouta, keeping his composure, explained, "They're adopted. But my husban—"

She cut him off, her tone turning accusatory. "You're gay? You people really shouldn’t push your agenda on innocent kids!"

Shouta’s eyes hardened, his protective instincts flaring. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He retorted, his voice firm and unwavering, standing up for his family with unwavering resolve.