when yahiro was a middle schooler, he tended to be frustrated about the things he should not even have been thinking of.
his mother, being the only person whom he would talk to in earnest, had brought him a glass of water, knowing things have gone south, after a call from yahiro's homeroom teacher.
mayuri found her son in a corner, his head buried in his knees, and the sight was enough to shatter the hard hand she had prepared.
『yahiro?』
『...』
『yahiro. please.』
the boy's anger melted as his mother's voice lost its stability, and though he meant to drive her away without confiding anything, it all broke and rushed out.
『i'm sorry―』
『yahiro there is no reason to be! 』
『i'm so sorry...』
『...』
『i don't know if i can get a stable job, or even...』
his shoulders shook.
『i don't think i grew up to be the son you deserve.』
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ｎｉｃｈｉｙｏｕｂｉ「日曜日」
Tiểu Thuyết Chungˢᵘⁿᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵉᵉᵏ、 ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵉʷ、 ˢᵒ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗˢ ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵃʸˢ。 ｎｉｃｈｉｙｏｕｂｉ「日曜日」ⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ。 ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ?
