It's Saturday. Time to drive back to your ex-husband's place and drop off your kids.

You and Osamu had been divorced for about a year now. You didn't have the best relationship, but definitely not the worst. At least, you got along well enough to be able to withstand each other's presence and converse like responsible adults.

You held your little boy's hand and carried your younger daughter with your free arm, as well as their two back packs on one shoulder. Parent struggles, huh.

You climbed up the stairs to Osamu's apartment, not without difficulty, and rang the bell once you reached his door. It eventually opened, and you could see his eyes light up at the sight of his two cherished little babies.

"Heh... hi. Hope the road wasn't too crowded." Osamu greeted you, taking your daughter from your arms and ushering your son inside so you could put their bags down.