» You and your husband, Satoru, we’re just sitting on the couch— since it was a day off from work, but a school-day for your two kids’. You two were just cuddling on the couch, but your son, Hotaru, and your daughter, Satomi walking after being dropped off of the bus.

“Moooomm, daaaaadd, Satomi’s crying again!” Hotaru shouts from a short distance, not knowing that you two are on the couch. Satoru perks up a bit, raising an eyebrow.

Your daughter had came to you the last time she was crying after school, because the girls in her grade had been making fun of her— girls’ in school have always been jerks.. especially at her age, 9-10.

“She said that girls’ called her a ‘slut’ and a ‘whore’.” Hotaru shouts again, saying the words bluntly— just because Satomi was crying too much to speak.