𝙼𝚛s. 𝚂. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒. | Ｆｒｏｓｔｂｉｔｅ | Book 2

3 - Share

That Sunday, you woke up at around seven in the morning to prepare for Todoroki to come and pick you up. You showered first thing, ate a light breakfast, then proceeded to stuff your hair into a wrap-around bun with a few loose strands framing your face–those of which you curled. If someone caught a picture of you with this hairstyle, you knew you would be filming a DipDop tutorial.

Your lips were stained a muted red, your eyes dusted with a little bit of a cool brown, matching with some brown eyeliner and mascara.

You walked downstairs with your white, long sleeve, veil blouse with small peach flower prints scattered on it tucked into a shin-length pair of white culottes. You thought this would be appropriate for the weather and the occasion. And the white complimented your silver ring. You grabbed a dark jean jacket to wear with it.

Your mother was cooking for the kids, Fumiko sounding especially moody today. You walked up to her and reached down to where she was sitting in her chair, waiting to catch her attention.

When she looked up at you, she stopped fussing and yelled, "Red!" and reached for you to hold her.

You picked her up and walked to the stove, where Mother was stirring something.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" you asked quietly, your blue heels clicking on the tile.

"Can you put the sausage on the table and cut some up for Shigeru?" she asked gently.

"Of course," you said, taking the hot pan of cooked sausage links and transferring them to a cool plate, setting Fumiko on the counter.

You set the sausage on the table and Kenta immediately snatched four of them from the plate.

"Kenta, leave some for everyone else," you reminded gently, handing Fumiko a piece to snack on while you got Shigeru's portion.

"There's plenty, Mom," he sassed, snatching another one and shoving it in his mouth.

Your expression hardened. "Not if you keep that up," you replied. "That's all you get."

He made a face at you and you took a very deep breath in, then back out. You shook your head as you set down your sister and began cutting Shigeru's sausage into smaller pieces. It was insignificant. It didn't matter. Let it go.

You set the bowl in his high chair for him and he started snacking on it straightaway, the other kids following him soon after.

You took three links and sat down next to Fumiko, making sure she didn't choke. It seemed her fussing was due to her only being hungry, so it was good that she was easily appeased.

Mother turned quickly and set a steaming frying pan of scrambled eggs in front of you all, and Shina put a stack of paper plates next to it.

You started dishing out the food to the kids, making sure they knew it was hot.

Mother sat down with a plop into her chair, and you turned your attention to her.

"How much do you want?" you asked.

She waved you off with a small smile. "Oh, I'll make my own thing when you're all done. I can't eat these."

"I can make you something," you said, making the move to stand up.

"No," she said, "You eat, Hanae, and get ready to go on your date."

"I am ready, Mother, and he's not coming to pick me up until eleven," you argued, standing from your seat fully. You snagged an apron from its hanger and donned it. "What would you like to eat, Mother?"