I Don't Run An Orphanage!

Chapter 62

Shorts 14

Okay, time to address some things.

Firstly, whoops. I forgot to include Eri, along with Fu and Shiruku in the kids who generate income groups...my bad. Let's just say that she refused it. Eri's not as addicted to Gacha as Fu and Shiruku are. And she'd want Izuku to have that money.

Anyway, moving onto the next thing. Someone pointed out how it was odd for Kiba to ask for that much money after what happened in the last few chapters.

Kiba is an excitable child. She did not realize she asked for that much money until Izuku pointed that out to her, which is why she became embarrassed afterward.

Also, remember that this is Japanese Yen. So Kiba only really requested 850 bucks in American dollars. Still a lot, but to someone like Izuku it's not even a rounding error. Heck, all of their requests together wouldn't be a rounding error to Izuku.

It's not so much about how much Izuku is spending, although that is a factor, it's more about kicking some bad habits while they're young, and teaching them about budgeting and responsible spending.

Anyway, that should be it, for now, let's get on with the story.

Shy Baking.

"Whew. And done." Sato whipped his forehead with a sweat rag, as he looked down at his work.

He had just finished seasoning and preparing meat for tomorrow's dinner.

Now all he had to do was put it in the fridge, and leave it to marinate for a while.

"Eap!" Sato suddenly heard a high pitch voice from behind him.

He turned around and saw Fuku standing there in her hoodie with her face covered. Looking like a deer in the headlights, and standing just stiffly.

"Oh hey! I didn't hear you walk in." Sato greeted the shy girl as gently as possible, trying not to spook her, while also maintaining his distance, in case her quirk activated.

"H-H-Hi," Fuku said tentatively. "I-I'm sorry for interrupting! I'll leave now!"

"Hey wait a second!" Sato called out, causing her to freeze. "You don't have to leave, I was just finishing up here."

"It's fine!" Fuku said. "I...um...it's not...it's not...too important."

Fuku nervously shuffled her feet, looking down at the floor with a dejected look on her face.

So Sato wasn't gonna let that stand.

"Looks pretty important to me," Sato told her. "I heard you liked cooking...were you trying to cook something for your friends."

Fuku flinched at having her intentions revealed, and kept looking away from the muscled teen. "...Y-Yes...Eri, Kei, Kiba, Kioku and I are gonna have a sleepover in few hours, and I wanted to make some sweets...I...haven't really talked to Kioku much before...but she's Eri and Kei's friend, so I want to be friends with her too...a-and I really want to make a good first impression!"

Sato gave the girl a bittersweet smile. On one hand, this girl was adorable. On the other hand, this girl was an anxiety-filled mess, for the most depressing reason.

But he could help her right now. Even if just a tiny bit.

"Hey, why don't I help you out." Sato offered.

"Huh!?" Fuku jumped back in surprise, looking at him curiously. "W-Why would you want to help me!?"

"Well, that's kind of my job here kid. It's what your dad is paying us for." Sato chuckled. "And it sounds like fun! I love baking! They don't call me the Sugerman for nothing kid. I'll show you a whole new world of sweets!"