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In which a single father took a
great interest in his son's
kindergarten teacher.
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Started : 07/11/2021
Finished : 12/14/2021
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 This book doesn't follow...
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"You can talk about your problems with me."
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At a supermarket, Late afternoon...
Third Person's POV
"Sasakihara?"
(Y/n) widened her eyes in bewilderment before shifting her attention to Toji - the person who called out the name of the woman they bumped into.
"You are... Yūjo Sasakihara, right?"
The woman named Yūjo was stupefied as well to meet Toji. Her aggressive demeanor dispersed and was replaced with a smile of surprise.
"Toji Zen'in, right? Oh, dear. It has been a long time!" Yūjo beamed in happiness.
"...Yeah. But I go by Fushiguro now." Toji corrected. He felt uncomfortable whenever people addressed him with his original last name.
"Ah, yes. You are married to Fushiguro-san.." The light brown-haired woman tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear shyly. She darted her jade green eyes to (Y/n), eyeing her with distaste.
"Still, wow. I never thought we would bump into each other like this. You are doing well, I see." Yūjo's menacing gaze went unnoticed by Toji as she immediately concealed it with fake chuckles.
(Y/n)'s face darkened with disgust, her hands gripping the handle of the cart. Megumi observed her body language with worry. Why did his teacher look so angry?
Instinctively, the child placed his hand on top of hers. He rubbed the back of her hand reassuringly, wanting to soothe her anger. Sensing the warm touch, (Y/n) directed her gaze at Megumi. She presented a soft smile for him. ' This boy noticed my restlessness. What an observant kid.'
"Yūjo, there you are. Why did you go off somewhere else without me?" A man in his thirties approached Yūjo. He was dressed in fancy-looking suit. His ashen blonde hair was combed neatly in slick back style.
"Hey, Seishū. Sorry for not returning soon. I happened to run into my old college mate." Yūjo linked her arm with her fiance.
(Y/n) felt her soul leaving her body the moment her former boss appeared before her. Noticing her piercing stare, Seishū gasped inaudibly.
