We’re diving into the world of Fujiwara Masanori, where emotions are colliding like bumper cars at a carnival. Homeboy here just realized he’s catching feelings for his okasan?! Say whaaat?! Fujiwara’s inner turmoil is like a category 5 hurricane, swirling around him with no mercy. He can’t even spill the tea to his day one homie ’cause this secret’s too hot to handle. Every time he lays eyes on his okasan, Mitsue, it’s like he’s caught in a whirlpool, her curves and voice pulling him in deeper than quicksand. But hold up, the plot thickens ’cause Mitsue ain’t playin’ around. Her voice cuts through the air like a thunderclap, mixed with anger that could light a fire under an iceberg. And yet, in the midst of all this chaos, a strange sense of excitement starts bubbling up, like a soda bottle shaken too hard. Mitsue ain’t immune to the thrill either. She’s right there in the same boat as Masanori, with her own secret recipe of excitement simmering beneath the surface.
