ｎｉｃｈｉｙｏｕｂｉ「日曜日」

「木曜日 ※ 八宏」ᵗʰᵘʳˢᵈᵃʸ : ʸᵃʰⁱʳᵒ

『yahiro, it's okay to take a break. 』

『take a break? if i stop now, i'll be lagging behind.』

『why are you rushing things so? your health is more important than.. than mo―』

『stop putting up with everything! 』

the day he left for college, yahiro and his mother had fought. the sky was gloomy, as if it had greatly felt the sadness lurking in mayuri's breast.

『how old are you? aren't you turning fifty soon? and you still want to settle for this?』

『settle for what? everything is just fine!』

『i know you're tired of always getting the short end of the stick. you're just acting unbothered because you're talking to your child, but i know.』

『what do you know, yahiro? what do you know?』

『that you and i can't keep living like this.』

he had shut the door and walked off, but that evening, they both cried on the phone.