Fixing The Broken One | BroCon

IV. Hard Workers

"No way! You had the last bacon and no freaking way I'm letting you have the last egg!"

"I snatched it first! You're just a sore loser."

"Yusuke, Tsubaki! Stop making your sister uncomfortable and just eat peacefully like humans do."

"But--!"

"I have another batch of bacons coming up, let Yusuke have the egg Tsubaki."

I blinked in amusement, staring at the two supposedly human beings fighting over the last piece of egg. Ukyo was trying so so hard not to throw the frying pan he was holding onto someone's head and Ema indeed looked very uncomfortable being in the middle of the argument. I shook my head before letting out an airy chuckle, I guess these things happpen a lot in big families. I just wasn't used to loud noises and arguments in the morning, heck, even to sit down and eat a proper meal. I was used to waking up alone in silence, grabbing a granola bar and went straight outside. But things like these weren't unpleasant at all -- in fact, I found them very very much amusing.

"Oh, good morning Rin." Louis greeted, walking past me who stood still on the staircase listening attentively to the argument, "Your hair look very nice today."

Instinctively, I plucked a strand and twirled it around my index finger. "Really? I mean, I just styled it like the usual."

Louis reached a hand to pat my head before offering me a gentle smile, "A bed-head, there."

"Ah, thanks."

He smiled back before walking down to join the others for breakfast, I followed suit. He took the empty seat next to Iori while I took one beside Azusa. I just noticed how they would leave empty seats all the time because they didn't know my schedule. Ukyo kept tabs on everything in a little whiteboard he hanged near the fridge. Of course, he hasn't asked for mine yet and maybe that's why they were always leaving space for me. I even noticed the space on the couch they left if I passed out after work.

These guys are just too much.

"So, what are your plans for today?" Masaomi asked me as Ukyo asked (no more like ordered) Subaru to pass a plate of omelette and bacons for me. I whispered a small 'thank you' as Subaru only nod in return, attention returning to his plate full of food.

"I'll be picking up a few stuff I left in the apartment and probably pick out a few stuff from the grocery store," I replied after a beat, starting to cut through my omelette, stabbing it with my fork. "Will you be needing something? Maybe I could pick it up on the way?"

"Well, he may not but I do." Ukyo cut in before Masaomi could answer, "I have a list of some groceries we're running out of, well actually, we're running out of everything."

It turned out the party made the Asahina's food stock disappeared into dust and the big breakfast today was nothing more but the remnants of last night's feast. I shook my head in disbelief, letting a chuckled escaped. You know, the first few days I lived here I always wondered where had those plethora of food gone to, and after a while, a realized that these guys' stomachs are an endless pit or perhaps the blackhole itself. Ema must've got used to having to cook so much food three times a day.

I just realized that the list Ukyo showed me was not worthy to be called a list.

It was long, like, rapunzel's hair long.

And it was written carefully in micro-size handwriting.

Sum those up and you probably end up with six long hours in the grocery store. I gulped. I know that I just accepted the task like a couple of minutes ago, but can I raised the white flag now? I mean, I much rather spend six hours of sleeping rather than swarming in the grocery store trying to complete 'Asahina Ukyo's Impossible List of Groceries to Finish'. Call me pessimistic, but you would faint to seeing that.