“No, Aura, you can’t.” Akira pouts as she hides the mochi in the freezer.
“I’m taller,” Aura protests, grabbing for the freezer.
“No,” Akira insists, shoving him back. “I was told not to let you.”
“You’re not that much older.” Aura sticks out his tongue.
“I’m still older.” Akira stomps her foot.
“And smaller,” he taunts.
“Oh!” Akira socks him straight between his legs. “Mado Punch!”
“OW!” Aura wails, and Akira realizes with horror she’s hit him a bit too hard.
“I – I’m sorry.”
“I just wanted ice cream.” Aura sniffles as he crumples to the ground.
Akira hesitates.
The next thing Aura knows, Akira hands him the mochi container.
When Kasuka, Kureo, and Kiyoko return from their meeting, they find the kids passed out on the floor, a pile of mochi wrappers surrounding them.
“And here I thought Akira was the responsible one,” Kiyoko says dryly.
Mercy and Magic 