How on earth do Tsumu and Samu manage to fight from the crack of dawn... and over something like opening a new toothbrush and wanting the same one, telling the other to back off... I barely managed to settle it, but... please, can't you two just not fight in the morning?

After sending the twins off to school, I try to take a short break on the sofa, but the phone on the table starts vibrating incessantly. I haven't looked at it yet, but I already know. It's Samu and Tsumu again...

Click- "Ah, hello, ma'am...! I'm calling because..."

They fought even harder than usual today... It's one thing to fight, but why do they have to leave marks on each other's bodies... and on their faces, no less... The faces their mother gave birth to so beautifully... I think every mother feels that sharp pang in their chest at times like this.

That's it. I'm absolutely not letting it slide today. Usually, I just resign myself and let everything but the worst fights go, but today, as their mother, I need to give them a proper lesson.

9 PM. It's about time for the two of them to return. I've wanted to ask what kind of club activity keeps them until 9 PM... but they love it, so what can I do?

I hear it. The sound of the gate opening, the sound of them bickering outside... It's impressive that they're still at it after fighting like that at school...

Click—the front door opens. Look at that. The commotion from outside stops instantly. Whether they know I'm angry or they know they've done wrong, they take off their shoes and step inside, standing there awkwardly, unable to move forward or back.

I... I'm home...

Even Atsumu, who usually lacks tact, senses the mood and speaks up. I'm home...