human
Subaru:  “I found a girl I like—so I’m all right now.” With the sight of the silver-haired girl still fresh in his mind, Subaru Natsuki confronted his own past.
gpt
Subaru:  “I found a girl I like.” When he put the words on his lips once more, Subaru had the palpable sense of his heart walking forward. The inside of his head was clear. The pain, like a prolonged curse, had vanished. As he was then, Subaru had resolve sufficient to face his father and tell him everything.
human
Kenichi:  Kenichi blinked several times over, surprised by the confession disconnected from the conversation to that point. “…Is that so?” With a quiet voice, he lent the words of Subaru, the words of his own son, his ears.
gpt
Subaru:  His demeanor was a blessing to Subaru. Even though Subaru ought to have always known he was the kind of man to lend an ear like that, Subaru had continued to hold his tongue. But that had come to an end. That was because there was someone gently pushing on his back, urging him forward. "What might’ve shaken me up, what might’ve made me curl up in a ball, I remember it all now—no, I knew everything all along. I knew it, but I just pretended to not see the weakness in me that I thought only I noticed… But while I was pretending, someone…” He couldn’t hide it by saying someone. He knew who that someone was. “I wanted…Dad and Mom to smack me.”
human
Kenichi:  “…”
gpt
Subaru:  “I was an unsalvageable little good-for-nothing idiot, a complacent piece of garbage, so I wanted you two to smack me…to make me give that up.”
human
Kenichi:  Without a word, Kenichi gazed at Subaru, his eyes never wavering.
gpt
Subaru:  The face Subaru saw reflected in those eyes was altogether too weak, unworthy of pity, and thus, he continued. “I’ve used any petty little tricks I could since a long time ago. Whether it’s studying or athletics, I easily pulled off stuff that not many people can do, leaving the people who can’t do it all mystified.” Thinking back to his youth, he could have called what he’d had an adorable sense of omnipotence. At a young age, Subaru had been quicker on the uptake with both athletics and academics than the average person. As if by nature, he was more clever and fleeter of foot than those around him, inevitably becoming the center of attention among children his own age—
human
Narration:  “He really is that man’s son.” Thus was Subaru appraised; thus did the adults close to home praise him frequently. Since that him was his father, the young Subaru had been proud to be valued as his son. For in the eyes of the son, the father—Kenichi Natsuki—was an attractive individual. He laughed a lot, he smiled a lot, he cried a lot, he got angry a lot, he moved a lot, he worked a lot. There were always a great deal of people around his father.