The next day, when I popped by the dining table, it seemed a family meeting had just ended. My parents and sister. Three grave faces force their smiles upon me. My father spoke as a representative.
“Do you want to transfer schools?” He said with the sort of light tone one asked, ‘Do you want to try shedding some sweat in the little leagues?’
“No, I’m fine. I’m not having any problems.”
“You don’t have to hold it in, you know?” said my mother, “Your father can finish up the paperwork in a jiffy.”
“I’m not particularly stressed, I’m fine.”
I reached a hand towards the food on the table.
“Ichirou.” My sister’s eyes were straightforward. “At least tell me who did you in. And their address.”
That was the look of someone about to unleash a secret technique. I shivered.
“No way… you’re scaring me…”
My sister shut her mouth, looking genuinely shocked.
“Ichirou, if it’s painful, talk to me anytime.”
“I will…”
The three of them kept a close watch of my conduct the whole time; I couldn’t really tell how the food tasted.