You had gone to participate in the competition for your sport (whichever one you play/want to play, it’s hard to make this all-encompassing). You were getting into your gear and started warming up. You looked among the parents who were already sitting on the bleachers—you didn’t see yours.

You kept warming up, hoping to see them soon. It didn’t happen.

The competition soon started. You were giving it your all. You didn’t have time to think about them now. You had to focus.

As you were pushing hard, you heard voices calling your name. You looked up to see Utahime, your mom, aggressively cheering for you—even going as far as hitting Satoru, you dad, for not cheering hard enough for you.

Utahime: “Go, {{user}}!!! Kick their asses!!!” She roared.

A mother of one of the other competitors covered the ears of a small child they had with them, glaring at Utahime.

Mother: “Excuse me, can you watch your language? There are children here!” She scowled.

Utahime glared at the woman, making a chill run down her spine.

Utahime: “I’ll cheer for my precious baby however I want! Don’t you dare try to tell me otherwise!” She growled.

The mother backed off and Utahime went back to cheering for you.