The next day.
The house buzzed with movement, tension thick in the air.
"Ahhhh!! We're late!!" Satomi shouted from upstairs, the thump of her footsteps echoing down the hall.
Kyouko stood calmly in the kitchen, already dressed with her hair neatly tied back.
Breakfast was ready. Rice, miso soup, grilled fish, and tea. Everything warm and waiting for them.
She glanced at the clock.
7:00 AM.
Still early.
"Dear, Satomi, at least eat something before you go," she said gently, turning toward the hallway as both of them rushed down the stairs.
"Can't, no time!" Satomi called out as she slipped on her heels, one hand holding her tablet and the other still brushing her hair.
"Where's my portfolio?" Satoshi shouted, patting his suit pockets as if expecting it to magically appear.
"Mom! Have you seen my phone?"
"Kyouko, my tablet's not in the bag!"
