the eyes of my son, asakura saion.

Takashi, who suddenly had a young and beautiful mother when her father remarried with the younger Shion, did not hide his embarrassment. for he had been shown every night the unprotected night of his father and timbre. Takashi naturally started to follow the coloring with his eyes as he was caught in the brain by the appearance of so much glamorous sound. The hustle and bustle that I felt the gaze of Takashi was keeping a line, but it shortened the distance. One day, Takashi thought it was strange to go out alone and think about the coloring.