A/N: Hey y'all! Long time no see! I hope everyone is doing well, especially in these trying times. This story took me a while to get back too, but I'm glad to get back to it! I don't really have anything else to say other than enjoy!

Happy reading!

Chapter 30: Unresolved Feelings and Brutal Takes

She hadn't been this excited in months.

Fuka was sitting with a giddy smile as her orthopedic physician evaluated her ankle with a smile that indicated good news. No longer was her ankle covered in different shades of blue nor did it hurt when walking without her boot. No longer was it aching or tender with the cold.

Technically, she had been walking without the walking boot for the last few weeks. Fuka had been extremely careful in terms of bearing weight and was cautious when walking without her boot. Her first few days without it, she did notice some soreness. But it wasn't anything that ice couldn't fix.

Now, she felt like she could actually run.

"Wow. This feels as great as it looks!" Another positive smile that made Fuka giddy with anticipation again.

"You've taken really great care of this, haven't you?" Fuka nodded at his question.

Her father chuckled at the physician's question. "Fuka has been wanting nothing but to get back on the mat. She followed her recovery guidelines splendidly!"

Fuka blushed under her father's words. He was always rooting for her, encouraging and supporting her for everything she did. Especially now that her and her mother were not on speaking terms.

"I think you'll be getting back on the mat a lot very soon here, Fuka-chan."

The brunette almost cried at those words.

All she's been wanting to do for the last 3 months is get back on the mat. Watching her team compete through winter was difficult. Sana had done an admirable job leading the girls, even doing as well as placing third in district.

But Fuka was more than ready to participate in the sport that she so dearly loved.

Her stress relieving outlets had been limited and reading and meditation only did so much. Between the tension at home with her mother, sorting out her feelings for Akito, and dealing with schoolwork, she needed something to release her pent-up stress.

"I know I don't have to remind you about taking it slow, but you should be cleared for returning to light exercises next week."

This time, the tears did fall.

"We are going to get one more set of x-rays on that ankle of yours just to be sure and then I will prescribe you at least another 2 weeks of physical therapy just to make sure you get your bearings back." The doctor padded her on the head and Fuka was overwhelmed with joy that she had no words to say other than thank you.

Her father grinned, clasping her shoulder tight. "Wow! That's great news Fuka! We should celebrate!" She smiled, liking the sound of that. "Let me give your mother a call and see what she says."

The smile immediately fell, and she reached for her father's forearm. He turned to look at her and his brow arched.

"Do- Does she have to come?" Fuka tried to keep her voice from cracking, but she wanted to avoid her news being spoiled by the toxicity that was her mother.

Her father sighed, sitting back down on the patient bed. "Honey, your mother should be there to celebrate."

A scowl etched on Fuka's face at her father's words. "Why? Why should she be there?" There was bubbling in her chest, a nasty gnawing that filled her with an uncomfortable warmth.

"She hasn't spoken to me, in weeks. She hasn't asked me once how my recovery was going, nor has she even bothered to ask how I'm doing. And every time she looks at me, it's with disappointment." Absolute word vomit left her tongue and Fuka couldn't help herself. Her father sighed roughly, his eyes shining in disappointment.

Great.

Fuka thought to herself. Her father was usually very proud of his daughter and her accomplishments, and rarely chastised her (her mother did all the nagging), but when Fuka saw that look in his eyes, she just knew.

"Fuka. This strife between your mother and you has got to stop. How long will you continue to be angry with her for?"

And as much as she loved her father, there was always a point where he would side with her mother. He supported her yes, but her mother was not a force to be reckoned with and he somehow always found himself trapped in her lies or influenced by her words. It always came down to Fuka and her selfishness.

Now it was Fuka's turn to sigh as anger and disappointment filled her. That celebratory excitement she felt earlier was gone. It was replaced by a burning flame that engulfed her with a harsh warmth that tickled her throat in the worst way.

"When she decides to treat me as her daughter and not just another trophy." She said, her voice restrained. She really did try to hide her bitterness, but the furrowed brows on her father's face showed her failed attempt.

Before he could say anything else, her doctor returned and Fuka smiled, hiding away her resentment from just a few moments ago. He gave her a few more instructions, a new physical therapy prescription, and instructed her she could donate or toss the dreaded boot. He might have also recommended her keeping it in case something should ever happen, but Fuka guaranteed that an accident like this would never happen again.

When they got in the car, her father asked her if she wanted to celebrate again, but Fuka declined. Instead, she asked if he could drop her off at the only place she knew she would be able to escape from the accusing eyes of her mother and the disappointed glances of her father's.

"Well, this is sure a surprise!" Kurata Sana grinned at the door of her home as Fuka gave her a sheepish smile. She gave a quick wave to Fuka's father and urged for Fuka to come in.

"Sorry for dropping by like this… I just couldn't go home." Her best friend smiled, waving off the statement.

"Nah! Don't worry about it! We were just doing some late winter cleaning!" If there was one thing Fuka seriously appreciated from Sana, it was her ability to not always push a subject. Most of the time, she was annoyingly persistent when it came to problems, always wanting to fix everything right then and there. But, in all the years they had been friends, Sana knew that her family was a sore subject and usually evaded the topic unless Fuka herself brought it back up.

Fuka removed her shoes and took the offered slip on's at the front. Sana closed the door behind her and offered her something to drink. The brown-haired girl refused politely and followed her into the living room.

"So, it's officially off huh?" Sana pointed towards her now bare foot and Fuka grinned.

"Guess I should put my official resignation in, huh?" Fuka knew it was a joke, but she rolled her eyes. Clearly a jab at the altercation that occurred back in middle school. But she knew Sana had no hard feelings over it.

"Actually Sana…" Her voice fell and the auburn-haired girl titled her head in confusion. "I would prefer if you stayed – you know. On the team."

Sana's eyes went wide, clearly surprised at her request. If history had anything to show, it would be that despite being best friends, the two were very competitive, and their friendship sometimes struggled due to their needs to be the best.

But, Fuka wanted to be better. And in order to be better, it was for her to stop these childish games she continued to play with Sana.

"Really? You want me to stay on the team?" She asked again.

She nodded. "As long as you don't disrupt my team or my practices, you can stay."

Sana rolled her eyes. "Oh? Your team? Your practices? Last I checked, they were still under my leadership." A smirk and Fuka couldn't help herself.

"Yeah, okay. Because I wasn't at every practice or every meet, nor was I actively participating in routine or choreography. You were basically the cheerleader, Kurata."

"Ah, ah, ah. Let's not forget who asked and pleaded for me to keep up the team moral and lead the girls in their presence though. A cheerleader I might be, but it takes a lot to keep moral up. And still look good doing it."

Both girls glared at one another, bantering and quarreling like they always had. But, when Sana burst into a fit of laughter, Fuka's stoniness broke too and both girls were found on the couch, laughing at one another and their pettiness.

"I was wondering what that raucous noise was, only to see that the young Matsui has joined us." Fuka looked up to see Sana's mom, Kurata Misako, standing halfway up the staircase. She was smiling down at them with her calm and cool smile.

In many ways, Sana and her mother were very much alike. They both shared a strange sense of humor and found interest in weird and abnormal things. They were also both very eccentric and unconventional in their personalities and in Misako's case, hair styles. It was obvious to anyone that met them that Sana clearly adopted her mother's unordinary and bizarre personality, or at least parts of it. It was also very clear that both Sana and her mother were kind, and generous, giving to those who had very little or nothing at all.

Like letting a random homeless man live in their home and into their lives.

But they are also very different.

Where Kurata Misako was well-spoken and brilliant, Sana was loquacious and well, not so smart. The amount of times they have had to rally a group of people for her to pass to the next grade was incredible. Especially when they were in elementary school and she was working herself like crazy. Both women were persistently nosy, but they were very different in the way they approached their situations. Misako was much more of a shadow, working behind the scenes, where Sana was abrasive and very in your face about it.

"Hi, Kurata-san. I hope you don't mind me coming unannounced." Fuka said, but Sana's mom just laughed as she pulled out her fan.

"Oh, dear child. Not at all. You are always welcomed in this house." She came down the stairs and gave her a sincere smile. "Though, I am afraid you caught is in the middle of our spring cleaning."

And that's when their long-time house maid entered the living room and make a tiny sound at the unexpected guest.

"Oh! Hello, Fuka-chan! Can I grab you something to drink?"

Fuka respectfully declined (again) and was caught in the middle of a quarrel between this makeshift family that Sana had herself.

She couldn't fathom at times how three people who were not blood related with no previous ties were able to be more of a family than hers. It didn't matter to Sana that she had an adopted mother nor that her house maid was like a second mother/aunt. It didn't matter to Sana that she had no father. All that she cared about was being in a family that loved one another.

That left Fuka incredibly envious of her.

Because Fuka longed for what Sana had.

The love of her mother, who accepted her for who she was, flaws and everything. The love of a house maid who had basically helped Misako raise her, care for her, love her. She wished that her mother – even her father – could love as fiercely as Sana's family did.

"You know Fuka-chan, we could use an extra pair of hands to clean the dreadful attic we have. I have been pestering this child of mine to clean it for weeks and well, you know how she is."

Sana glared at her mother. "That's not very nice, Mama."

"Hush you." Misako smacked Sana over the head with her fan. Sana threw her mother an even harsher glare.

"Yeah, I'd love to help!" Fuka answered with enthusiasm. Anything to keep her away from her home.

So now, here she was, in the attic of Sana's home, helping Sana decide what is going to donation and what to keep. Needless to say, the Kurata's had… a lot of stuff. Most of it was junk – collector's items! Misako would shout from below – and it didn't really hold much meaning to Sana. So, watching Misako and Sana go back and forth was mood lifting.

Fuka was sitting by herself currently, rummaging through a box of Sana's old stuff. Fuka was separating the items when her eye's landed on their middle school yearbook, the same one that she had buried in a box underneath her bed.

The brown-haired girl knew what she was going to find in here. She knew she would see the signatures of all their friends, from cover to end. Fuka knew that she was going to find the introduction with a lame picture of their middle school and the year plastered right under it. She knew she was just going to see more signatures, loitering every open space. Sana, after all, was a very popular girl.

She cracked the book open, the creaking noise that followed made Fuka aware that Sana also hadn't looked at this book in some time.

Sana! It was a great year with you! Hope we see each other next term! Stay cool!

Yo Kurata-san, thanks for making our English class somewhat bearable. You rock.

Sana-chan! You are a STAR. Literally! But also, figuratively! Hope you have a great summer even though we all know you will be working! See you in a few months!

And all these signatures continued. Little messages and responses loitered her book. Fuka always was a bit envious that Sana was able to be so popular. Though, part of her popularity was due to her job.

Fuka's heart stopped and she dropped the book back into the box when her eyes fell on a picture that almost suffocated her.

Her heart gave a tight squeeze, her lungs crushing with anxiety as the memories of then creeped into her mind.

The photo was random at best, a silly and stupid phrase at the bottom with their names scribbled in. They were sitting in a group, Sana obviously talking with animation as her arms were doing something and she had the biggest smile.

Surrounding Sana were friends of theirs from middle school, people she hadn't talk to since she left. And across from them were her and Yuta Takaishi. He had one of his arms draped around her shoulders, his deceivingly kind and gentle smile laced on his lips while Fuka had her hand draped across his knee. They were both laughing at whatever Sana was talking about.

Fuka couldn't tear her eyes off of Takaishi.

She loved him. She seriously loved him. She thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with him.

And then he broke her heart.

Fuka knew it was silly, thinking about forever with him. Especially in middle school. But that was how he made her feel; despite all her character flaws and negative traits. He accepted her for who she was and made her better.

Her cheeks felt wet and the brown-haired girl gasped slightly at the sudden tears down her cheeks. She rubbed immediately, promising herself she wouldn't let Takaishi Yuta cause her anymore tears.

She would never forget what that felt like, finding out Takaishi was cheating on her. Physically feeling her heart breaking, the gasping for air, the constriction of her throat, the twisting of her stomach. And at school, nonetheless.

Fuka cried for what felt like hours on Sana's lap. Misako came in and out of the room while Sana held her close. For the first time since they had met, Sana was silent, for hours. She had only muttered a few words, asking her if she was hungry or wanted something.

They argued… a lot.

But Sana was a damn good friend. She always had been.

"Hey! You done up here?! I feel like you've disappeared for hours!"

Not hearing Sana climb upstairs, Fuka continued to stare down at the picture, her eyes growing more angrier and less somber.

Why did Takaishi cheat on her? What did Fuka do to deserve being humiliated? Before she found out, before she saw the pictures, he had just told her that he loved her and he was excited for what their future had in store for them.

And now here she was, almost three years later, still full of resentment and hostility towards the boy who broke her heart.

"Fuka…" And it was Sana's voice who broke her out of her memory as her best friend grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back to reality.

Fuka looked up at her with hostile brown eyes. Any person looking into them would have flinched, but Kurata Sana knew her so well.

"Shimura said lunch is ready." Sana didn't comment on the yearbook open in her lap or the picture that she was glaring so harshly at. "Come on."

She released a heavy sigh, shutting the yearbook a little too forcefully and dropping it in the box she found it in. When Fuka looked up, Sana had a hand reached out with a smile on her face.

In typical Kurata Sana fashion, Sana started rambling about anything and everything. Her voice and demeanor were so vibrant, and she was being as rambunctious as she had always been. She started ranting about her mat homework, which ranted into a conversation about school in general.

Fuka didn't say anything, but silently appreciated her distraction and avoiding the scene she found her in. Instead of bringing it up, she jumped into different conversations that were so far from where her head had been.

"Man, I miss the days where I missed school!" She said as they walked down the stairs.

"if I remember correctly, your old private tutor was a slave driver that you constantly complained about." Fuka teased and Sana stiffened, obviously remembering the older lady who forced Sana to learn the entire 6th and 7th grade curriculum.

"I haven't thought about her in years." Sana shivered and Fuka laughed at the ghastly look in her ears and the disgust in her eyes.

"Well, you haven't needed her since you quit a-"

"Ah! There you two are! I was wondering where you had wondered off too." Kurata Misako came zooming by in this small, toy looking car that resembled that of a toy car made for toddlers. Her faithful pet squirrel, Mako, was sitting gleefully on top of her head, resting on a palm tree.

Fuka sweatdropped. The Kurata women really were their own special breed.

"I was working hard, believe it or not! Fuka was the one getting lost in wonderland." Said girl glared and Sana smirked.

Brat.

"I would believe it if that was twisted the other way around." Fuka laughed as Sana shouted a very loud "HEY!". Misako laughed loudly as a ramp appeared next to her stairs – where the heck did that come from? – and drove down, "ta-ta" -ing both girls as she drove into the kitchen. Sana chased her and Fuka found herself jogging carefully down the stairs.

The Kurata household was so strange but Fuka couldn't help the laughter that bubbled from her chest.

And when she entered the kitchen, she was met with confetti and balloons and a sign that read "HURRAY FUKA!". Fuka stopped in her step as she watched Sana grab a tray of cupcakes and shove them in her face and Misako and Shimura were holding confetti canons with huge smiles on their faces.

"Wh-what is this?" Fuka asked, obviously surprised by this makeshift party that they put together in what? The hour or two she was whisked away in the attic?

"A celebration for your foot being better!" Sana beamed as she put the cupcakes down and then returned and grabbed her hands. Her eyes were so bright, the light almost blinding her.

"I could tell that you were bummed and figured that you hadn't celebrated so while you were in the attic, Shimura went to work in the kitchen and Mama and I put your banner together!"

Fuka could feel the buds of water threatening to fall at the ridges of her eyes. Her chest filled with this warmth, this pressure that almost suffocated her. There was a sense of comfort, a sense of love, that radiated from the Kurata family.

"We know how hard this must have been for you. It is only right to celebrate the healing of your ankle." Misako spoke with a soft smile on her lips. For as silly and estranged as Kurata Misako was, she always treated Fuka with a warmth that she wished her own mother would treat her with.

"You have always been such a great friend to Sana-chan, we couldn't pass on the opportunity to celebrate something for you, Fuka-chan!" Shimura said next and Fuka gulped the frog in her throat.

"So, come on! Let's celebrate!" Sana pulled her into the kitchen and grinned happily.

Fuka didn't realize the water that stained her cheeks as Sana shoved a cupcake into her hands and Miasko gave her a firm but comforting pat to her shoulder and Shimura gave her a warm hug. She attempted to rub away the tears in her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt but the tears didn't stop.

Fuka handed her a tissue and she could hear her say "And you call me a cry baby" with a smile in her laughter.

When all was said and done, both girls helped clean up the kitchen and talked about what spring gymnastics was going to look like now that competition season was done. Both teenagers went back and forth about practices and Sana making jokes about "letting up once again."

The afternoon went by rather quickly and soon the sun was coming low on the horizon. Fuka knew that meant it was time for her to get home. It was a school night after all. They had offered to drive her home, but Fuka knew she had bothered them enough today. Instead, she had called her father.

So now, Fuka and Sana were in her front yard, waiting for her dad to swing by. Sana was preoccupied by the three dogs they had in their yard. Never one to abandon another in need, Sana adopted the stray dogs and had brought them into her life like she had done with people in her life before.

"Sana." Fuka called out, the auburn-haired girl being pulled away from the canine's seeking her attention.

"Hmm?" She looked up at her with shining eyes.

"Thank you." In the softest voice she could muster, Fuka muttered those two words. It wasn't something she said often, nor enough for her best friend. But in all earnest, Fuka meant it, truly.

With a toothy smile, the girl gave her a thumbs up. "You bet!"

And Fuka was thankful they weren't the type of friends who needed long winded explanations nor sappy words of encouragement. While Sana could be a bit eccentric, they understood each other with few words. And the tone in her voice told Sana everything Fuka wanted her to know.

When her dad pulled around the front, Fuka sucked in a breath, ready to deal with the issue she had been avoiding not just since this morning at the doctor's office, but really, her whole life.

"Hi there, Matsui-san!" Sana waved at Fuka's father and her father gave a small smile and wave in return.

"See you at school tomorrow?" Fuka asked, a smile on her lips.

"See ya! Thanks for stopping by today!" Sana replied, giving one last wave before Fuka stepped into her father's car.

On the drive home, Fuka and her father sat in silence, her father asking a few questions about how the Kurata's were doing and if she had a good day. She kept her replies short and sweet, her displeasure with him from earlier this morning still at the back of her throat.

But it was unfair to peg the blame on him when the real source of her anger was waiting for her at home.

When Fuka walked into her house, she half expected her mother to be waiting for her with her accusing glare and a tapping foot at the entrance. But, to her surprise, that wasn't the case. It was obvious she was searching for her because Fuka could hear father sigh behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"She's at your uncle's sushi shop."

Somehow that made Fuka angrier than she anticipated.

Her mother couldn't even be here to acknowledge that her foot was healed. She ran away to her uncle's sushi shop instead. Did her mother hate her that much?

But, Fuka supposed like mother, like daughter. After all, isn't that what Fuka did? She ran away to Sana's because she didn't want to deal with her mom. She didn't want to see the cold stare and deal with the snarky remarks about her recovery.

"Go figure." Fuka spat as she took off her shoes and changed into her house shoes.

"Fuka, that's not fair." Her father said in that disapproving tone she hated hearing from him.

Those words weren't what she wanted to hear. She wanted his love and support. She wanted her dad to be on her side, for once.

"What's not fair?" Fuka turned, the mood quickly souring. And she was having such a good day too. Why did her mother have to spoil everything for her? "That she's not even here to see me to at least say something to me. Even if it is condescending!"

The frustration was evident on her father's face as her voice got higher.

"You didn't want to come home." He started and Fuka flinched at the accusing tone in his voice. "When I got home, she obviously noticed you weren't with me and when I told her you asked me to drop you off at the Kurata's, she simply nodded and got up without another word."

"I think you hurt her feelings."

Fuka felt something in her snap, like a chord that was stretched so thing, so tight that just enough pull caused the chord to snap in half.

"I hurt her feelings?" Fuka pointed to herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hurt her mother's feelings? That was almost comical.

"Fuka." There was a deeper tone in her father's voice with a sense of disappointment. He was looking at her with those same disapproving eyes her mother looked at her with Fuka couldn't handle having both her parent's look at her like that.

"No, no, no, no." She shook her head, crossing her arms. "Do you have any idea what that woman has put me through? Do you have any idea what she has made me feel like?"

She snorted, still finding her father's words hilarious.

"That woman has had no regards for my feelings since the day I first stepped on the mat! Mistake after mistake, she always made a point to humiliate me! She made a point to degrade me and make me feel worthless!" Memories of her younger days on the mat flooded her and she was suddenly filled with emotions she had kept bottled.

Disappointment, disgrace, resentment, guilt, shame, failure.

"And you did nothing!" She felt her words get caught in her throat as her father stared at her with wide eyes. "You did nothing while she continued to treat me like dirt! You watched the way she patronized me and did nothing. You were too afraid to fight against her and let her treat me like another tool at her dispense."

"Well newsflash! I am not a tool! I am your guy's daughter!" Fuka didn't realize she was shaking nor raking in sobs as tears streamed endlessly down her face. "At least you have the decency to treat me as such." She wrapped her arms around herself, her heart falling deep into her stomach.

"I can't even remember the last time she told me she was proud of me. Or that she even loved me." She choked out a sob.

"Fuka, your mother loves you." His voice was no longer threatening and Fuka knew that he was now feeling guilty. Unlike her mother, her father felt remorse, had a damn heart.

"Daiki, that's enough."

Fuka and her father went wide eyed as they both turned around to the new voice that joined. The brunette turned around and her mother, Matsui Haruko, was standing with her arms crossed behind them.

"Haruko…" she could hear her father say solemnly.

"Let her say what she wants to say." Her mother's eyes were cold and calculating, and Fuka realized that she had heard everything Fuka had just said. Not that it bothered her because Fuka was slightly disappointed that her mother wouldn't hear any of her complaints.

"Or are you done throwing your tantrum?"

Fuka felt like her heart was going to burst from agony. Her eyes went wide as her mother's words were full of spite and hostility.

"That's what you say after I just said all of what I said? That is your response?" Fuka felt herself trembling again. For some reason, she saw Sana and Misako in her head. She saw the two of them and their loving and playful relationship. She saw how happy they were. And she so desperately craved for a relationship like that with her mother.

"What else do you want me to say, Fuka?" Her voice sounded tired and disengaged. Fuka wanted to scream.

"How about addressing the things I actually said? Or even acknowledging the pressure and pain you've put me through? Or even saying something about my damn foot!" Fuka felt her chest getting tighter and tighter, her heart was hammering against her chest. "How about saying you're sorry for treating me like just a tool rather than your daughter!?"

Fuka saw her mother's eyes flicker. Almost like she was really listening to what Fuka was saying, instead of writing her off.

"You expect me to be perfect, but mom, I am not perfect."

It took Fuka a long time to accept that.

She had heard it time and time again from everyone that wasn't her mother; Sana, Takaishi, her coaches, her teachers, her own father.

Her mother expected absolute perfection from her.

But there was no such thing as perfection. And if Fuka kept chasing the fool's errand, she was going to end up living a depressing and sorrowful life.

"I will never be perfect." She whispered, too scared to look at her mother's facial expression. She was afraid of seeing more disappointment.

"It's taken me so long to accept that perfection doesn't exist because you made me believe that it was real. Do you even understand what type of toll that's taken on me?" She forced herself to look at her mother and Fuka almost gasped at the look in her mother's eyes.

Her mother and Hayama Akito were alike in their apathetic demeanors and cold eyes. It was one thing that originally deterred him from her. But unlike Akito, her mother was a heartless woman who continued to degrade her.

Now, she was seeing something other than disappointment or frustration.

Fuka could have sworn she saw shame and guilt in her mother's eyes.

She sighed roughly, Fuka not thinking this conversation was moving anywhere. It was clear that her mother wasn't making any type of contribution to the conversation as her mother was clamped shut.

"I'm tired of never being good enough. No matter what I do, it's never good enough." She was exhausted. Her body was ready to collapse, and her mind was feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated.

"Now, if you guys don't mind, it is a school night and I just want to go to bed." Fuka wasn't followed, and she didn't hear her parents move behind her. If anything, this made her run to her room because she didn't want her parents to change their mind and decide to engage in another discussion.

Though, Fuka wouldn't have enough fight left in her because they literally took everything from her.

The brunette collapsed on her bed and buried herself into her bed, allowing herself to get lost in the warmth of her sheets and letting more tears cascade down her cheeks. She allowed herself a moment of weakness that she so rightfully deserve.

A/N: We took a brief break from our favorite duo Sana and Akito to kind of focus on Fuka. Like i've said before, the minor characters play as much as a role as the major characters. Fuka has so much unresolved feelings and that needs to be explored. Her character development rides on her ability accept that she isn't perfect and she really needed her mom to know what she's done to her and how that has affected her. So, even though it wasn't focused on Akito or Sana, there was some important clues to Sana's past in this chapter and I wonder if any of you caught on to it?

I can't believe we are on chapter 30 though. Wow, never thought we would get here. But, Sana's backstory is literally chapters (1 or 2) away and I literally cannot wait. Anyway, please continue to stay safe out there! Avoid going to grocery stores and what not unless absolutely needed too. Please wear a mask and STAY AT HOME. And this is coming from a frontline worker who would really hate to see any of you in her hospital

Until next time!

Dark Waffle