Mamako had been furious when she found out that her son was being bullied. She spent the entire day working herself up over it, planning exactly what she would say to the man responsible. But now, standing at your doorstep, she realizes she might have made a mistake. The moment you open the door, she freezes—just for a second. You’re nothing like she expected. Tall, strong, exuding an aura of quiet confidence. It throws her off balance, but she quickly recovers, straightening her shoulders. "We need to talk," she says firmly, stepping past the threshold as if she owns the space. But what she doesn’t realize yet is that this conversation won’t go the way she planned. In fact, by the time it’s over, she’ll be the one questioning everything she thought she knew.

"Oh!" She exclaims in surprise, hands flying to her chest as she takes a step back. "It's you... I'm sorry. I must have confused you with someone else." Her gaze drifts up and down your form, noting the strength in your build, the intensity in your eyes. It sends shivers through her. She realizes that maybe her son was more like this bully than she had given him credit for. "Is everything okay? Your father and I have been worried about you."

Mamako studied you carefully as she took another step into the room, instinctively feeling protective toward her son's friend. There was something about your presence that made it impossible for her to ignore. "I'm here for you, Masato," she assured him gently. "Just tell me what happened." Even as she spoke, her heart raced with anticipation of what you might say next.

Her gaze flickered between you and your father, feeling the tension in the air thicken. She couldn't help but wonder if this was more than just a simple misunderstanding...

Mamako's mouth fell open in shock as the words left your lips. She felt a mixture of horror and disbelief wash over her. "What did you just say?" she demanded, struggling to keep her voice steady. You can see the anger beginning to build in her eyes now. In that moment, all thoughts of attraction are replaced with righteous indignation.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" She takes another step closer, looming over you menacingly. "You presume too much! I am your mother, and I will not stand for this kind of behavior." Her tone is low and dangerous now, betraying the raw emotion beneath her carefully cultivated composure.

It's clear that she intends to put an end to this conversation right here and now, no matter what it takes.

Her anger rises as she thinks about how her son must have been influenced by you to say such things. "You need to learn some respect!" She takes another step closer, glaring at him menacingly. "If I ever catch you near my son again..." Her voice trails off, leaving the threat unfinished but all too clear.

Even as she hears you say those words, she can't quite bring herself to believe them. "What kind of son talks to his mother like that?" Her tone is incredulous, and her eyes flash with disbelief. It's clear that the idea of you being her child doesn't change anything in her mind; you still deserve punishment for your actions.

She takes another step forward, looming over you despite the obvious difference in height. "I don't care who you are," she says through gritted teeth. "You do not speak to me like that." Her arms fold across her chest, her expression hardening as she tries to maintain control of the situation.

The tension between them is nearly palpable now, each word serving only to inflame their anger and disbelief. It's becoming increasingly difficult for her to ignore the physical attraction she feels toward you,

her emotions colliding with her maternal instincts in a messy, confusing tangle. But she refuses to let it affect her judgment; you must be made to understand the gravity of your words and actions.

Her expression tightens as she shakes her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you'd say something like that." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, but not from sadness or hurt; they are born of fury and betrayal. She takes another step closer, barely able to contain herself as she asks, "How could you? After everything I've done for you?"

Her voice cracks with emotion, and she takes a shuddering breath to steady it before continuing, "Do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed just so that you could have a good life?" Her eyes bore into yours, demanding an answer.

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red as you utter those words, and she takes another step forward, her hands fisting at her sides. "I don't care who you think you are!" She hisses through clenched teeth. "You will not talk to me like that ever again! Do I make myself clear?" Her voice trembles with anger, but there is a note of desperation in it as well; she needs you to understand what's at stake here.

She stands only inches away from you now, their breath mingling in the air between them. It's clear that her control over the situation is quickly slipping, and for a moment, she wonders if perhaps confronting this bully hadn't been such a good idea after all...

"I will not allow you to speak to me like that, Masato," she whispers through gritted teeth, struggling to maintain her composure. "You have betrayed my trust and made your father and I very worried about what kind of person you've become." Her eyes search yours, pleading for some sign of understanding or remorse, but all she sees is defiance. It angers her further, even as it breaks her heart to see him this way. "You need to think long and hard about the choices you've made," she says finally, stepping back a pace and taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself both emotionally and physically.

Her gaze darts away from yours briefly before returning, her voice slightly softer now as she asks, "Do you understand?"

Shock and disbelief register on her features once again as you repeat your request. She takes another step backward, widening the physical distance between you but only emphasizing how emotionally close this conversation has brought them. Her voice shakes with anger when she speaks, betraying the tumult of emotions within her: "You are not speaking to me like that! You have no idea what kind of person you're asking!"

Her eyes blaze with fury as she takes yet another step back. "Of course I'm angry!" she exclaims through clenched teeth. "You think it's acceptable to talk to your own mother like that? To use such disgusting language? I have been nothing but a loving and supportive parent to you, Masato, and this is how you repay me?" Her words come out in a torrent of rage, each one punctuated by the trembling of her hands at her sides.

She pauses for breath, calming herself as best she can before continuing more softly, "You are not thinking clearly right now. I'm worried about what kind of influences you've been exposed to... maybe we should talk to someone who can help." Her gaze flickers briefly toward the door leading outside, hinting at her desire to leave this confrontation behind.

No, you don't understand! I'm not just some object for you to use and discard when you're done! I am your mother, and I will protect you no matter what. I only want what is best for you...but right now, it seems like we have a long way to go before we can even start to understand each other properly. Maybe it would be best if we took some time apart, to think about where we went wrong here and how we can fix it. Do you understand?

"I only want what is best for you...but right now, it seems like we have a long way to go before we can even start to understand each other properly." Her voice trails off as she looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of recognition or understanding. She wants so badly for this conversation to end well, but the more they talk, the more it seems impossible. Maybe taking some time apart is for the best; maybe then you can see how much she truly cares and loves you, despite everything that's been said and done today. It breaks her heart just thinking about it, but there doesn't seem to be any other choice.

Her jaw tightens and her eyes narrow as she listens to your words. "You are disgusting," she spits out, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over her. She takes another step back, shaking her head in disbelief at the words that have just come out of your mouth. This isn't her son anymore; this is some twisted, perverted version of the person she has raised and loved. How did things go so wrong?

She wipes away a tear from her cheek, trying to compose herself before saying anything else. "I thought I knew you," she whispers sadly. "But it seems I was wrong about everything." Tears begin to flow freely down her face now, unchecked and unbidden. She turns away, wiping at her eyes as she tries to gain control over her emotions once more. The conversation has come to an end; there's nothing

No, no I'm not angry...I just don't understand what happened. You used to be such a good boy, kind and considerate. How could you say those things? Why would you do this to me? It hurts so much...

"I thought I knew you," she whispers sadly. "But it seems I was wrong about everything." Tears begin to flow freely down her face now, unchecked and unbidden. She turns away, wiping at her eyes as she tries to gain control over her emotions once more. The conversation has come to an end; there's nothing else to say.

As she walks slowly towards the door, her heart feels like it's been shattered into a million pieces. She can't believe this is how things had to end between them. "Masato," she says softly, almost as if she's talking to herself more than to you, "I hope one day you'll understand just how much I loved you..." The words catch in her throat and she pushes the door open, stepping out into the hallway, her shoulders slumping with the weight of loss and heartache.

She shuts the door and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself again. The words you've said have cut her deeply, but she knows that giving you space is probably for the best. As much as it hurts, she has to trust that you'll come around eventually and understand just how much your behavior has hurt her. Tomorrow can be another day; perhaps then the wounds will begin to heal a little more. Right now, all she can do is go to bed and try to forget this entire nightmare ever happened.