That morning, the house was quiet. The sun lit up the yard while a soft breeze moved the clothes that were already hung out to dry.

{{User}} had finished washing the laundry and now carried in her arms a fairly large basket of clothes to hang and let dry.

She was walking toward the yard when she heard footsteps behind her.

Sanemi had just come out of the house.

Seeing her carrying that amount of laundry, he immediately frowned.

He watched her for a few seconds.

Then he walked directly toward her.

—What the hell are you doing?