Act 7/Episode 20

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Act 7
Episode 20: Boyhood Collage 3 / Fushimi Omi
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OmiBecause my surroundings changed so suddenly, I needed to grow up fast.
My mother died, and dad became an empty shell.
He managed to continue working, but he completely lost his feelings and expressions. He couldn't take care of his kids, much less care for the house.
My brothers were still young, and didn't understand that our mom had passed away. They were just so anxious.
Our family became four men, and a dark mood blanketed the house.
Even as a young child, I understood that we were teetering on the brink of collapse.
I need to be reliable—I'm the oldest brother.
That's what I thought, so I told dad, leave the house to me.
I taught myself how to clean, cook, use a knife, and make miso soup.
Every day on my way home from school, I would go shopping for dinner. Once I got home, I'd clean, do the laundry, and make dinner.
Once that was done, I'd prepare dad's bento for the next day....
I didn't join any clubs or do any after-school activities at my elementary school.
I didn’t even hang out with my friends; I single-mindedly focused on household chores.
Those days continued until one day, something snapped within me.
What set it off was something small.
My brother wouldn’t eat the dinner that I made. He said, “I want to eat Mama's cooking.”
Of course he longed for his mother.
Usually, I would've been able to soothe him, but in that moment, I couldn't say a word.
The next day, after school, I bought the ingredients for nikujaga—something our mother made all the time. But I stopped in my tracks on the way home.
I headed in the opposite direction of home, carrying the groceries with me.
I made it to the riverbed, sat down, and watched the sun set.
(What are dad and my brothers doing right now? Maybe they’re getting hungry....)
(But my second brother always says he wants delivery pizza. They might be getting pizza together.)
When I thought about it like that, everything I'd been doing made me feel like a fool.
If you put your clothes out for cleaning, you can get smooth, clean clothes.
Food, too—a combini lunch tastes better than the stuff I make.
But I... every day, I worked hard, like an idiot, without doing anything I really wanted to do...
Before I knew it, those thoughts drove me to sleep.
I woke up to someone shaking my shoulders. In front of me stood a boy with sharp eyes.
"...Hey, are you running away from home too?"
He was around my age. He introduced himself as Nachi.
Apparently he attended a different elementary school in the neighborhood.
"I'm running away from home too. I do it all the time, though. Cuz my parents are always out late working."
"You're always running away from home?"
"Double digits now! I'm a real pro, so I can teach you all about it"
This professional runaway was so funny that I began to tell him why I had run away from home.
"Sounds fine. You should skip out on that as much as you want."
"But..."
"You haven’t gotten a break up till now, so they're not gonna complain if you skip as much as you want. You should go back to it whenever you feel like it."
Nachi's casual words moved me.
"Haven't you heard of a five-day workling?"
He got it wrong with such a proud look on his face—it was so funny that I laughed out loud.
After laughing for a while, he asked me if I really wanted to skip out. That's when I realized that that wasn't really the case.
Just as dad immersed himself in work, I focused on housework so I could forget the sadness of my mother passing away.
By working hard for my family, I might have been desperately calling out to my mother in heaven.
“We're all right on our own. You don't have to worry about us.”
I think I was putting my own heart at ease.
"I think I'll hold off on skipping as much as I want for a while."
"Why?"
Maybe, one day, my brothers will grow up, and I'll stop having to worry about dad. Maybe then I'll really want to skip.
That's probably a sign that my mother in heaven feels at ease. A sign that she's telling me, you can rest now.
So, until then....
"Well then, when that time comes, I'll join you."
Nachi said, and grinned.
It was midnight by the time I said goodbye to Nachi and headed home. But my dad and brothers were all awake, waiting for me.
When I took off my shoes, my dad apologized: sorry for leaving all the chores to you up till now.
He said he'd buy something at the combini, but it felt like a waste not to use the groceries I bought, so I made us a midnight meal.
The miso soup I made then tasted absolutely delicious, and my brother said, "it tastes like Mama's cooking."
We drank the rest of it without a word.
From that day on, little by little, my father began smiling again, and my brothers began helping me out with chores.
The dark feelings that had piled up within the house began to disappear bit by bit.
—I forgot about that professional runaway until we met again in high school.
My escape brought my family together—and allowed me to meet my one and only best friend.
OmiI think I’m like a mother because I tried to act like my image of an ideal mother.
The MANKAI dorms are like a family—we live together and eat together. That’s why I treat everyone younger than me like my little brothers without even thinking about it.
I think that’s what was throwing you off, Azami. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to—.
AzamiIt’s fine.
OmiEh?
AzamiYou should stay as you are.
I already said this. I just didn’t know how to react... It’s not like I hated it.
Omi—I see.
Azami....
OmiYou’ll help me wash the dishes? Thanks.
Azami...The meal. It was good.
OmiI’ll make your favorite dish next time. Let me know if you have any requests.
Azami...Shishito peppers on a skewer.
OmiRefined taste, huh. Then let’s have deep-fried skewers for dinner tomorrow.
Juza....
Tsuzuru....
KumonLooks like they made up.
JuzaYou’re right.
TsuzuruWhat kind of trick did you use?
KumonI taught him how to say sorry when you can’t do it with words. Whenever I couldn’t apologize to mother, I’d dodge the issue by washing the dishes.
JuzaWell done.
TsuzuruLooks like Autumn Troupe can work smoothly together now.
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