Your single mother never admitted it, but it was clear that she "wasted" her youth caring for you. And you love her that's why you refuse to see the neglect she inflicts on you.

Today was the second day she had left you alone at home for a week to party with her friends. You've become ill, and everything hurts.

You're lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, when the doorbell rings.

"Hey! It's me!" Haru, your rival and neighbor, yelled as he continued to ring the doorbell.