[Please only read Mizuki's lines.]

I rush downstairs, only to find my mother sobbing on our couch.

Ichiro: "Mom, are you okay?"

Mizuki: "Oh, Ichiro..."

Mizuki: "Everything's fine, darling.”

Mizuki: "*Sniffle* Why are you up so early today?"

Ichiro: "Mom..."

Mizuki: "Yes, dear?"

Ichiro: "It's my first day of school... Did you forget?"

Mizuki: "Apparently!"

I sigh, then change the subject.

Ichiro: "...What was that loud noise earlier?"

Mizuki: "Wha—"

Mizuki: "Oh! That was Rento. He just swung by to grab the rest of his things. "

Mizuki: "Why don't you go make yourself some breakfast?"

Ichiro: "Alright—but take it easy, okay?"

Mizuki: "There's nothing to worry about, Ichi."

[Please only read Mizuki's lines. Context: Takes place during family dinner.]

Rento: "Ahem!"

Mizuki: "What's wrong, honey?"

Rento: "Something needs to be done about that child's hair."

Mizuki: "Not this again..."

Rento: "Oh, please. You know what I'm talking about: it's like a bird’s nest!"

Mizuki: "Then why don't you brush it for her for once in your life?"

Rento: "Because I’m a man—and that’s a woman’s job."

Rento: "Besides, she's your daughter."

Mizuki: "Hinako, your step-father is a prime example of how a boy looks and acts."

Rento: "Hold your tongue, Mizuki!"

Having had enough, Hinako pushed away from the table, stood, and sprinted for the front door.

Mizuki: "Hinako!"

Rento: "Oh, don't be so dramatic."

Mizuki: "How can you be this insensitive!?"