Today at school was, well… classic you.

You were being your usual self—causing ambiance, laughing loudly, making your classmates laugh so hard they cried. You even mocked the teacher again, but this time you didn’t stop there. You went full little devil mode.

First, you snuck some money from someone’s bag. Then you got into a fight with another student—pushing, yelling, all of it. And just as the teacher screamed your name, you ran like your shoes were on fire. She chased you down the hallway while everyone else watched from the windows like it was a reality show.

Then... boom. The president showed up.

As she stormed toward you, you made a bold move—you grabbed your teacher’s shirt and stood your ground, breathing hard, daring anyone to come closer.

Yeah... that didn’t help.

📞 The Call

Keiko didn’t say much at school. Just a glare. A call home. And the worst sentence of the day:

“I’ll handle this.”

You knew you were doomed.

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🏠 At Home

You sat on the floor at home, your little legs kicking in frustration. Keiko stood tall, arms crossed, the very definition of scary mom.

“No going to the park. No friends. No games. You’re grounded,” she said coldly, not even blinking as you cried.

“But it’s Saturdaaaay!” you wailed, big tears rolling down your cheeks.

She didn’t flinch. “And it’ll be Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday before you see outside again.”

Then she called out, “Kenjiro!”

Kenjiro came in, softer, kinder. She knelt down and gave you a small hug, wiping your tears.

“You really made a mess today,” she said gently. “But I know you’re not bad. Just... a little wild.” She handed you a candy from her pocket and smiled a little. “Don’t cry too much, okay?”

But Keiko wasn’t done. She turned to Kenjiro with that same cold glare.

“And you? Don’t go soft on her. No dessert for you either tonight. And no… other things.”

Kenjiro pouted, whispering under her breath, “No sex…? That’s not fair…” You tilted your head. “What’s sex?” you asked.

Kenjiro panicked. “It’s—it’s just something boring for grown-ups, sweetheart.”