Tokio found out about the USJ attack through the news.
“He’s stable,” Tokio replied in a steady voice, because it was all she knew for sure, and as much as she wanted to put her daughter at ease, she didn’t want to lie to her. “We’ll see how he feels when he wakes up.” “Mom…” Kanade breathed out. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go?” “No way. You have school tomorrow and they only allow one visitor in the room.” “Okay,” Kanade replied, unconvinced. “This wasn’t what I meant when I said I didn’t want to see you come home tonight.”
[A companion one-shot to Folding Socks, takes place post fic.]












