"Heiji?" Kirishima Naoki looks at him. "Are you hurt, my boy?"
Yuki shakes his head and smiles at his grandfather. "I am not hurt, Father."
The old man takes his small hands and sighs. They are wrapped with small bandaids. His little boy keeps getting into trouble. If only his son takes care of his hands well, he would be a little less worried about him. "I heard you playing earlier."
Under the bed, Yuta observes the old man. There's no clarity in those eyes. Why is he calling her by a different name? He recalls the conversation between Yuki's mother and his father in the car. Kirishima Heiji died around seventeen years ago. Then, this old man is should be Kirishima Heiji's father.
