In high school, I had my head shaved, and spent my youth immersed in baseball, never holding hands with a girl. But recently, I started coaching a little league baseball team at the request of a local senior, and I've been getting fawned over by older moms. Kyono-san brought me a jacket that her husband doesn't wear, asking me to keep it. Toyonaga-san came with some treats after I missed practice because I pretended to be sick. I never would have imagined that something like this would happen if I let the moms who came to visit my apartment into my home...