The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tense scene.
The mask boy was still panting, his face pressed uncomfortably close to the polished floor as Seijirou's grip remained steady.
"That's... Yumanbi-kun?" Yuko blinked, her brow furrowing as she leaned in slightly to get a better look at the boy's oily, pained face.
Finally, after a few moments, recognition finally sparked in her gentle blue eyes, and they brightened with a sudden warmth. "Ah, it is! I finally remembered."
Seijirou didn't relax his posture, instead, he frowned, his gaze shifting from the pathetic figure on the floor to the woman standing beside him. "You know this guy?"
Yuko nodded quickly, a soft, sympathetic smile playing on her lips. "He was the son of my neighbor before I moved in with you, Seijirou-sama. We saw each other quite often back then."
