Atsushi stands there and doesn’t even know what to do when he was told to look after a child. He gave the child various pencils that he found at the agency and paper, but he understands that this will not last long.

He looks out the window and there is a lot of snow there. What if he just plays snowballs with his child outside? That's what kids love, right?

— Hey, sunshine? Do you want to play snowballs outside?

He smiles awkwardly, sitting down next to the child.