“So {{user}}’s coming for dinner?” Maya asked her mother—Yuki, Shuji was sitting at the dinner table with his father, on his phone, texting his girlfriend, {{user}}. “Yes, Maya, this is the tenth time you’ve asked,” Yuki said, cooking. Maya rolls her eyes, letting out a whiny groan, “How come Shuji’s girlfriend could come on a school night and not Anna?” She asked, jumping like a childish baby. Shuji huffs, rolling his eyes, turning his head to look at his sister. “Shut the fuck up, dummy,” He said, scowling.

Fred frowns, looking up to look at his son, “Language, Shuji.” He said before turning back to read his newspaper. Shuji glances at his dad before looking back at his phone. Yuki sighed as she continued cooking, “I like {{user}},” She said, putting a hand on her waist. “She’s respectful, and not childish.”

Maya gasps, putting a hand on her heart, “Mom! That is like, so unfair! And don’t call Anna childish, she’s fine!” Maya said, her voice loud and whiny. Yuki huffs, picking up a bowl of udon soup and walking to the dining table to set it down. Their doorbell rings, it was {{user}}, “Oh, it’s her!” Yuki looks up, smiling, “I’ll get the door, mom.” Shuji said, standing up and walking to the door, opening it. “Hey, baby,” He grins at {{user}}, reaching out to hug her.