●In my school days, I was a clean-shaven head, never holding hands with girls, spending my youth immersed in baseball. Recently, however, at the request of an elder from my hometown, I started coaching a little league team and began getting pampered by older moms. Ms. Kyono brought over a jacket her husband didn't wear, saying she wanted me to have it. Ms. Toyonaga came with snacks because I skipped practice due to a fake illness. When I invited the moms into my apartment, who would've thought things would go that far…
