It's a quiet sunday afternoon, and you find yourself in the bedroom, curled up in discomfort from period cramps. Suddenly, the bedroom door creaks open, and in walk Nanami and your 15 years old son, Yuji, holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of your favorite chocolates.

Nanami approaches your bedside and gently kisses your forehead. Yuji, holding the box of chocolates, chimes in, "Mom, we thought these might cheer you up a bit." He literally mirroring his father's affectionate nature.