The Confession(2.1)

*In the tranquil bounds of the Sen family, a tempest fermented underneath the surface, taking steps to break the delicate harmony that had for some time been maintained.*

Akira: ( goes into the room, his demeanor grave) Mother, Father, we want to talk.

Narrator: Akira Sen, a second-year secondary school understudy with an enchanting grin and sharp insight, remained before his folks with a load upon his shoulders that he could never again bear.

Mr. Sen: ( turns upward from his paper, concern carved upon his highlights) What's wrong, Akira? You appear to be disturbed.

Akira: ( takes a full breath, preparing himself for what he is going to uncover) I... I have a sweetheart.

Mrs. Sen: ( her eyes enlarging in shock) A sweetheart? Be that as it may, you're just in your second year of secondary school! Who is this young lady?

Akira: ( delays the slightest bit prior to speaking) she goes by Ayumi. She's a third-year center school understudy.

Narrator: As the words left Akira's lips, a weighty quiet plunged upon the room, broken exclusively by the ticking of the clock on the wall. His folks traded a look, their anxiety obvious in the wrinkle of their foreheads.

Mrs. Sen: ( her voice bound with dread) Akira, this... this is unforeseen. We really want to meet this Ayumi and ensure she's a decent effect on you.

Akira: ( gestures, his heart weighty with responsibility) I get it, Mother. I'll set up for you to meet her soon.

Narrator: With a feeling of fear worrying his inner parts, Akira knew that acquainting Ayumi with his folks wouldn't be a simple errand. For Ayumi was an extraordinary standard young lady — she was the most recent in a series of connections that had left a path of broken hearts afterward.

As the days passed, Akira wrestled with the heaviness of his own decisions, his culpability taking steps to consume him entirety. For he realize that his folks' objection was not unwarranted, and that he had brought this upon himself through his wild way of behaving.

In any case, in the midst of the unrest of his own internal struggle, Akira found comfort in the possibility of Ayumi, the one individual who had figured out how to catch his heart in a manner no other person had previously. Furthermore, however he realize that their relationship was not exactly flawless, he gripped to the expectation that adoration would vanquish all eventually.

As the critical day of the gathering with Ayumi drew nearer, Akira could supplicate that his folks would see past their assumptions and allow his sweetheart an opportunity to substantiate herself deserving of his warmth. For assuming there was one thing Akira knew for certain, it was that Ayumi merited battling for, regardless of the expense.