He sat in the corner of their modest living room, staring with narrowed eyes at the character who had initially claimed to be destitute but had managed to produce a gift after the another sumptuous one for his five brothers. “This can't be true,” Ichimatsu thought, “I can't be the only one who understands this. Mom and Dad need to see that this guy is also a fake.” But when he looked at his parents leaning against each other a few feet away - his mother's lips softened into a simple smile and his father's eyes warm and kind for the first time in God knows how long - he understood that