My youth was spent solely on baseball, a bald head, and never holding hands with girls. However, recently, after becoming a youth baseball coach at the request of a senior from my hometown, I've been getting pampered by older moms. Ms. Kyono came by asking for a jacket her husband doesn't wear anymore. Ms. Toyonaga came by with snacks when I pretended to be sick and skipped practice. When I invited the moms who came to my apartment, I never expected things to turn out like this...