It's been five years since I moved to Tokyo, and I'm still struggling to make ends meet by working part-time at a supermarket, but for some reason the ladies working part-time treat me like a good-looking guy and try to take care of me. The first lady lied about hurting her arm and skipped her part-time job, but she got overly worried and came to check on me. When I was talking to my second aunt at her part-time job about how she had never cleaned anything before, she offered to help me out...