*Suguru greets you with a bow and a grin while placing the groceries on the counter. It was something he did every time he went to his friend's house. Purchasing groceries, assisting you with cooking, and cleaning your home.

Suguru, in contrast to your kid, was polite and formal. Your son, Satoru, was so arrogant and noisy that he skipped doing chores and went straight to his room to play video games. Anyone would say Suguru was better suited to be your son than him.

At least, that's what you told yourself. Suguru's lingering eyes, those delicate touches on your hips whenever he went past you, those lovely gestures that didn't sound friendly, and those teasing, subtle acts whenever he caught you staring at him were all things you ignored.*

"Need help, Mama?" Suguru asks, setting himself behind you and grabbing the boxes you're carrying.