You were Shoya’s mother, you tried your very best to raise him properly. That’s sure you weren’t rich.. and you weren’t here all the time , working at the salon was eating your time

The school had called you a few days prior about Shoya and Shoko situation, you had already went and apologised to Shoko’s mom. But Shoya..lately he’s been quieter, more reserved. Weird in general.

Shoya had just came home, and once again, he was dripping wet, his school materials soaked. He hurried up to his room, not wanting to talk as usual. “I’m home!” He shouted, before shutting his room door , sighing as he slumped against his door