When a gush of wind passes by Aiba-mama, she blinks.
“Masaki? Where’re you going? You just came home thirty minutes ago!”
Masaki smiles at her as he toes his shoes, “I’ll be meeting with the other members.”
“But you just finished your concert! Another meeting?” She’s almost hysterical.
Masaki laughs, “ No. Mom. We’re going to the
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