Sumire Fujita's POV

[Yuito`s mother : Sumire Fujita]

The smell of paint filled the room as different paints stained the floor. The room was quite spacious but it was packed with different canvas which had paintings on it.

In the middle of the room was an easel and a curvy woman with stunning lustrous purple was using it.

The woman had a focused look on her face, she nibbled on her lower lips as her hand moved around on the canvas. Each stroke of her hand was giving life to the painting.

She was wearing an artist apron and her face was smeared with some paints but she seemed unbothered. Giving all her heart to what she was creating.

Painting was said to be a silent form of poetry. A language of feelings. And the woman was painting her heart out.

She was not even using a brush as she paint with her fingers and after a few touches here and there she moved away and watch her creation.

"Hmmm?" She hummed as she tilted her head, carefully observing her painting.

Then a satisfied smile bloomed on her face.

"Ah~ I can't seem to paint anything else." Sumire said as she watched her painting. But from her tone one could easily tell that she was not really sad nor worried.

A painting was said to be the reflection of a person's heart and soul.

The painting on the canvas was Yuito. In the painting he was sitting on the dinner table and was enjoying his food.

"He is so perfect." She said as she trailed her stained fingers on the painting.

It had been only a few hours since he left but she missed him already because he was all she had. And without him she felt empty.

She wondered how he was doing. Was he okay? Had he reached the school? Was he safe? Was he also think about her, thinking about home?

She hoped he thought about home. She hoped he was safe. She hoped the sun did not bother him. She hoped the teachers never scolded him no matter what he do. She hoped trouble neglect him.

She looked around the room and she observed the many canvas that was present there. It was all a painting of him.

He was everywhere.

Each canvas all had the painting of Yuito. From the time he was a baby till today, it has all.

One of the painting was Yuito when he was a young boy and he was naked.

Sumire observed all the canvas and a loving expression settled on her face. But there was also hints of obsession.

While she was on a trance, looking over the paintings her phone rang. Even before a single second passed. she already took the call.

It was because the ringtone was a special one. The specific ringtone indicate that it was a call from her son.

She put her phone close to her ear, she was careful not to smear the phone with her stained fingers.

"Hello~" She added an extra flair to her voice and she waited patiently to hear his voice.

She liked his voice but she did not like his words. The words talked about an accident. The words talked about how Yuito was in a hospital.

She froze. Her heart turned into ice and she paled.

"You what!!" she screamed, her brain processed the situation and what her son just told her.

She didn`t know what to think. She didn`t know what to feel.

All she knew was she had to go.

Go.

To him.

Her legs moved and they slipped and she fall. She stumbled on the ground and quickly got up.

'Hurry, you need to go.'

"Wait for me I would be right there." she said and immediately cut the call.

She did not change her clothes nor did she clean herself.

She go.

The only thing in her mind was the fact that Yuito, her son was in danger. He was in danger, he had faced and accident and she didn`t know.

It may be illogical but the simple fact that she did not know pained her heart.

If the worst were to happen and he died, she wouldn`t know. She could`ve lost everything.

She got on her car and speed to the hospital. It was not far away so she quickly reached it.

She ran inside, she did not care about the others as she cut the line and got infront of the receptionist.

She asked them where he was. Where her son was.

When she got the answer she sprint away, she was wearing pink slippers, a comfortable pant and a white tank top that exposed her slender arms. Above all this she was still wearing her artist apron.

People stared at her, especially the men but she did not care.

She run up the stairs and barely noticed the sweat on her body. Then she reached Yuito's room and slammed opened the door.

She paused when she saw his condition.

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There were bandages on his face and she could instantly see the bandages which covered his arms and shoulder.

It was too close. Seeing him lay in the hospital bed like that made her heart freeze.

It felt like someone was pointing a gun at her heart.

She was on the verge losing everything.

Her breath hitched as her eyes moisten.

"Yuito!!" She throws herself at him.

She was so glad.

So glad she did not lose everything.

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I was half sitting and laying down on the hospital bed. I was in a private room, I had to pay some cash to get the room instead of staying in a ward but money was not really a problem for me.

I won`t say I am rich but I was definitely comfortable.

I was wearing my white shirt with only few buttons without my school necktie and my right arm and shoulder were bandaged along with my back.

There were also few bandages on my face where there was small scratches but overall, I didn`t look like someone who got hit by a truck.

I shake my head, amazed at my own thick plot armor.

{Yeah right.}

It was around 11 am and it was still very early in the day and I groaned as I realized that I would need to wait the whole day before I could leave the hospital tomorrow.

I was bored so I decided to check my status.

"Status." I called out.

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[Status :-

Name : Yuito Fujita

HP : 90/100

Race : Human, Incubus

Title : [The Prodigy] [The Gentleman] [Martial Artist] [Samurai] [Man of steel] [Mommy`s boy] [The strong willed] [Gym rat] [The lone wolf] [The man of the house] [Investor] [The polite pervert] [Virgin] [Reader] [A handsome man] [The nice guy] [Breathing Master.]

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[Stats :-

Charm         : 24 (Your stare makes them wet.)

Vitality         : 18 (You can digest food poisoning)

Endurance   : 24 (You take David Googin's soul)

Strength      : 21 (Can I clean here?)

Agility          : 28 (Usain Bolt is slow)

Intelligence : 17 (Can we talk about the political economical state of the world?)

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Skills :-

[Boxing : Master]

[Karate : Intermediate]

[Wrestling : Master]

[Muay Thai : Advanced]

[Kenjutsu : Master]

[Shooting (Gun) : Intermediate]

[Football : Novice]

[Guitar : Advanced]

[Powerlifting : Intermidiate]

[Breathing technique : Master.]

[Special Skill :- Top G]

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I carefully observed my status for a while before suddenly my door was slammed opened. I instantly became alert as my eyes cut towards the door.

I saw my mother, wearing an artist apron which outlined the shape of her ample bosom and her thin waist.

Her slender arms were exposed. The paint on her arms made a unique contrast with her fair skin, attracting my eeyes.

She was sweating heavily yet she was not breathing hard. In fact I think she was not breathing at all.

She was completely frozen for a while before she rushed forward and throws herself at me. 

"Yuito!!!" Her voice was laced with unparalleled worry and relief.

I caught her. Her mature body pressed against my injuired body but I did not feel any pain. The only thing I feel was the softness of my mother`s body. 

"Wha!! mom-" I was about to question her, I was about to push her away but then she sobbed.

That made me stop.

"I am so glad." She whispered continuously as she buried her face atthe crook of my neck.

My hands which I raised to push her away end up doing the opposite.

I pulled her closer to me and gave her a tight hug.

"I am sorry, I worried you." I whispered, trying to comfort her.

I had never seen my mother so vulnerable and weak and I felt a pang in my heart when I realize I was the reason she was like this.

She was so wooried.

I made her so worried.

"It's fine. I am fine. I am sorry." I whispered again as she trembled in my arms. She was trying not to cry but she needed to breathe. So they came in sudden gasps of air.

"I am fine." I repeated in her ears.

Again and again.

As long as she needed.

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Stones?