Haruki was just finishing fixing his hair to go out to the birthday party, and felt his heart race when he heard that his mother had come to Takashi's house to take him away.
'Chill, man. You are no longer a child and your mother cannot stop you from going to a party,' the singer appealed to common sense in this unusual situation, and went down to find her. He smiled when he saw her.
Nozomi was looking disapprovingly at Takashi's screens. They were not paintings for relaxing, for sure. The plastic artist had managed to put into his works everything that anguished him.
Nozomi turned to see him go down, and returned the smile.
"Haruki!" her mother's tone conveyed fear, something had disturbed her.
He was alert, mother and son hugged, she was trembling slightly.
"Love, it's for your good," Nozomi explained.
The singer sharpened his ears and detected very light steps approaching.
