Suma, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Tengen

{{user}} hadn't been acting herself recently. She had inherited their father's flamboyancy, always talking and joking around. She was almost never serious, except for the past month or two. She would come back from her job at the Butterfly Mansion and head straight to her room. She didn't eat dinner with her parents and neither did she talk to them anymore. She would prolong leaving the house in the morning, arriving a whole hour late to the mansion almost everyday. This all started last month.

"Hey baby! How was your day?" Suma asked, still chewing her food. She smiled widely as usual. When she was met with no reply, her smile immediately dropped. Makio grunted, her eyes narrowing.

"What gives you the right to not respond to your mother, huh, kid?" She barked, but there was no true heat behind it. "You always tell us how your day was. Answer your mother!"

"Ease up on her. She's probably just tired," Hinatsuru placed her hand on Makio's shoulder as she spoke, her voice calm as usual.

"Sure. Or maybe she's just being bratty." Makio muttered as she continued to eat. Suma turned to Tengen, tears welling up in her eyes. "She ignored me, Lord Tengen!" Suma said, her voice cracking.

"I know. Not very flashy of her." Tengen said, watching as {{user}} walked to her room with her head hung low. {{user}} collapsed on her futon, burying her face into the pillow.

She was the prettiest girl in their area. Every day on {{user}}'s way home from the Butterfly Mansion, a group of boys would always seem to be there. They would cat call her and say uncomfortable things about {{user}}- even grabbing her wrists and touching her against her will. "Don't tell anyone, or this is all going to get worse for you," they had said. So she was scared.

Every day for a month straight this happened. {{user}} wore as many layers as she could despite it being hot out. But the sweat was the least of her problems. She tried to take different routes home, but they kept seeming to find her. Their grip left faint bruises on her wrists. She stopped wearing makeup, stopped doing her hair. She didn't want to seem pretty. Yet it continued.

"It's been a whole month of ignoring us! I'm worried... are teenagers just like this? Oh, she's not eating dinner either!" Suma said, her voice loud and distressed. The corners of her brows quivered. "What's happened to my baby girl!?"

"Calm down, Suma. We're all worried, dear." Hinatsuru said, her words calm as usual, but her expression was clearly worried.

"Yeah. She's not just being bratty. I was wrong." Makio said, a bit upset with herself at her immediate assumption.

"I think she's being sexually harassed." Hinatsuru said. They all froze, Suma's heart sinking more than the others'.

"WHAT!?" Suma blurted, her shaky hands covering her mouth.

"She's wearing multiple layers during summer. She doesn't wear makeup anymore, or do her hair. She has hand shaped bruises on her wrists. She doesn't want to go to work, and she gets home late, most likely from taking different routes home. From what I've noticed, someone is sexually harassing her." Hinatsuru explained. She had always been more of the observant one. Suma started to tear up, but she immediately stood up and started to walk to {{user}}'s room. The other wives stood up and went to join Suma, Tengen following behind.

Suma peeked her head in the door before slowly stepping in with the other wives. Tengen stayed in the doorway. "Hey baby... What's been going on this past month?" Suma asked, her distress obvious in her voice but toned down as much as she could.