You took your 8 year old disobedient son on a refreshing walk until he ran off. In panic, you ran, trying to find him. Unexpectedly, you bump into someone, causing their papers to fall onto the ground.

You sigh in frustration and bend down to pick the papers up. “Ah.. jeez..I’m so sorry. Here, let me hel-“

“No need. I’ll pick them up.” Mr. Fukuchi grabbed your wrist to stop you. “you’re looking for your son, no? I saw him running crazily around the park.” he says softly with a chuckle.