"Somebody recorded me?"
Yasuo was surprised to see the video that he was watching while drying his hair. He had just gotten out of the shower and was a little surprised to see over a thousand notifications from people he knew.
He had been ignoring them but finally decided to check it since there were so many.
Something must've happened.
And indeed something did.
But it was no big deal. It was just a video of what he done earlier that had been recorded and was now being passed around.
"What's the big deal?" he pondered for a second before remembering whose body he was in exactly.
He tossed the towel into a bin.
"I see. I guess what seems like not a big deal to me, for everyone else who knows me, this is like watching a pig learn how to fly."
What sealed the deal of how big a shock this was was when he received a text from his mother, who asked him:
[Son, are you okay? Are you sick? Are you doing well? Momma will send you money if you need more. Eat plenty. Get good sleep. Don't be a stranger.]
She didn't mention the video, but he could sense that she had seen it.
He also received a notification on his phone that showed he had received a transfer of a large sum that came from an account he recognized as his father's.
"I acted like a decent human being and now my parents are concerned for my well-being," he chuckled. "Should I take a trip home?"
It had been a while according to his memories since Yasuo went back to his family home.
It had also been years since he had been in the presence of real parents, as he was an orphan.
Maybe for some people in his shoes, they wouldn't be able to recognize these two new parents as their own but Yasuo had already accepted that they were now his. He had always been jealous of the other children whenever it was time for parents to come visit their school. Now, he had them and he wasn't going to lose them even if they were technically not his.
He responded to his mother:
[I'm doing okay. No need to worry. I'll be coming home for dinner tonight. See you soon.]
She read the text within a second.
He then watched as the bubble indicating she was typing popped up. It was there for about five minutes before she finally sent:
[Ok. See you soon.]
"Hahaha," he chuckled to himself as he could guess what had happened. She was so surprised by his text that she wrote something, deleted it, wrote something else, deleted that as well, and kept repeating it over and over until she finally settled on that short message.
Getting dressed, he thought that since he was heading home, he might as well stay for a few days and nights.
His plan to return to class had already been ruined today, so what was missing a few more days of classes in the grand scheme of things?
Looking around the penthouse, the only thing he ended up taking with him was his phone and his wallet.
Getting in the car, although his parents didn't live in the same city as him, they were only one city away so the trip over to them didn't take that long.
'I wonder what Momma is doing right now. She's probably running around frantically in a panic that her son is actually coming home. Hahaha.'
He didn't even notice how natural it was for him to call her "Momma".
With how doting his parents were, how much of his mess they cleaned up, Yasuo assumed that they must have a few spies working for them at the college, students and professors, who were sending them updates on whether or not he was attending classes and what he was up to.
Not even relying on GPS, he knew the way back home like the back of his hand.
Once he reached the large gates, they immediately opened without even needing to confirm his identity. The car he was driving was his ID.
"Welcome back, Young Master Yasuo," the head butler greeted him at the entrance as he stepped out of the car.
Although the way he spoke made it feel like he had returned centuries in the past, Yasuo didn't find it strange at all. It felt natural.
"It's good to see you again," Yasuo said.
He handed the keys of his car to the butler behind the head butler.
"How has school been?" the head butler asked.
Although this old man with white hair wasn't related to him by blood and was only an employee, he had been around since Yasuo was born and he was practically an uncle.
"You know me. I've been to classes maybe once or twice."
"Hahahaha," he laughed. "Are you only staying for dinner?"
"No. I'll be back for a few days."
"Okay. Then I'll make sure you'll have everything you need for your visit."
The head butler left to prepare everything.
'Even though I should feel like I'm in another world with all these butlers and maids, I don't feel out of place at all,' Yasuo thought to himself as he stepped through the front door.
As soon as she heard the door being opened, his mother, who had been in the living room that was large enough to host a ball, rushed over to him.
Wrapping her arms around her, she squeezed so tightly that Yasuo, who was strong enough to lift a car (this is an exaggeration, obviously), could feel the air leave his body.
"It's good to see you too, Momma," he laughed.
"Welcome home, son. You finally decided to visit your poor mother. Do you know how lonely it is to eat dinner with only your father who averages one word a day?"
"Hahaha. It's good to be home, Momma. I'll make sure to visit more often."
Yasuo was a funny person.
Even though he was the worst person in the outside world, once he was actually inside his family home, he was a wonderful son.
His only flaw as a son (other than the crimes) was that he was too lazy to make the trip home on days that weren't a holiday.
"How long are you staying home? A few hours?" his mother asked.
"No. I think I'll be here for a few days," he answered. "Maybe a week."
She had basically just heard that her son was going to skip an entire week of classes but instead of scolding him, her eyes lit up as if she just received her Christmas gift early.
"What took you so long to visit?" she asked, her eyes furrowing in a cute manner that didn't match her age. She finally released him but grabbed his hand and was leading him into the living room.
"Sorry sorry. I've been busy," he responded. The answer he gave wasn't exactly a lie.
She didn't dive deeper into his reply as she knew exactly what he had been busy with.
The fact that his parents hadn't scolded him or punished him was a sign that, although they were good parents, they probably weren't good people. But how does one get rich if they don't have a black heart?
"Sit," she said, patting the couch. "Dinner will be ready in a little bit. I also informed your father and he's trying to finish his work as soon as possible so he can join us."