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You were back home from the hospital visit. Not knowing how to feel, sad, relieved, regretful? Maybe all three. That didn't matter right now though. Your mom was working late tonight trying to make a good impression on her new boss at her new job.
Rummaging through the cupboards you didn't know what to feed your siblings tonight. It's not like you had a fully stocked fridge, the pantry was just a single shelf in a small broom closet.
Beef and rice seemed like a safe option.
You seasoned the rest of the beef left over from dinner a few days ago and tossed it in the pan along with some jarred peppers. The rice was washed and cooked so it just needed to be pre-heated. This was one of your favorite meals and your siblings.
It was odd though. At Shiratoraizawa, if you were hungry, you would just go to the dining hall. Back in a small kitchen cooking a small portioned meal for you and your younger siblings felt so different. It's not like you weren't used to it.
It was just different.
They ate their food in bowls but the bowls didn't even look like enough food to hold them over until the morning.
There was one bowl-full left.
Were you hungry? Yes, all you ate today was a breakfast bar and school lunch. But you knew your mom would be hungrier when she got back from work so you put it in a container inside the fridge with her name on her.
You'll just tell her you ate at Kenma's house or something, no big deal.
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