His head tilted, as if he was thinking about something. Aito stood in front of his wardrobe. Completely confused about what to choose.
Aito sorted out all his clothes. His gaze fell on the two clothes he was comparing, the hangers filling both of his hands. Was it the navy blue sweater with white polka dot accents or the brown sweater with a zigzag pattern on the collar?
"Are you getting ready?" Someone asked from the direction of his room door.
Aito turned around, a little embarrassed to see his clothes spilled on the bed. "Emm," he replied softly.
"You still can't choose it? Isn't your appointment at 8? It's already seven, Ai-chan. Come, mom will help you," she said entering the room.
Yumi put her hands on her hips looking at the messy room, she wasn't angry at all. She just felt quite funny, how many hours had her sweet child been staring at the clothes? He couldn't even choose which one was suitable.
