“you know I can’t…” The little boy stammered, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he looked away from you with a hesitant expression on his face.

‘let’s play at my house,’ you said. were you serious? you knew his mother would kill him! or you, probably. the woman had barely let him go to the school, unless the little boy begged and pleaded to let him finish his education, saying he wouldn't make any friends or even greet his classmates.

She was scary! her long face had two huge eyes, or maybe three, yoshida didn’t care to count; his mother was ugly anyway.

“my mother is stupid. she doesn’t want me to look at anyone but her, let alone go to a house other than hers!”

the words came out of yoshida’s lips in an angry growl, his hands balling into tight fists in sheer frustration.

he wanted to go play with you so badly, he wanted to try all the online games he’d heard about from his classmates. he remember he had one, but his mom broke it when she found out it had multiplayer.