Black Pawn's Promotion.

How to train your human (with a touch of sadism)

As the morning sun gently glowed into the room with its golden hues, the small bob cut hair girl stirred in her cozy bed, the soft sheets clinging to her as she reluctantly left the embrace of sleep. But knowing her responsibilities, she forced herself out with a sleepy stretch and a quiet yawn. She blinked away the remnants of dreams and greeted the new day.

Slipping her feet into the warm embrace of slippers, she tiptoed across the room, leaving the comfort of her bed behind. The cool floor met the soles of her feet as she navigated towards the window, drawing back the curtains to let the morning light spill into the room. The soft glow illuminated the space, revealing a room adorned with personal touches—a mix of colors and decorations that reflected her unique personality.

With a flick of the switch, the room was bathed in the warm glow of artificial light. She stared at the reflection in the mirror, hinted at the promise of a new day, and raked her fingers through tousled hair, gently coaxing it into some semblance of order.

She stood before her wardrobe, contemplating the day ahead. Her school uniform, neatly pressed and hanging in pristine order, awaited its turn to become part of the day's narrative. She dressed in her school uniform, a navy pleated skirt, white blouse, tie, socks, and polished shoes, ready for the day.

But something took Saji Kaho out of her rhythmic morning routine as a delightful aroma wafted through the air and into her nose as she finished adjusting her school uniform, which caught her off guard. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she glanced around the room, trying to pinpoint, or rather discern, the source of the enticing scent.

Perplexed, she stepped into the kitchen, where the fragrance seemed to be most potent. To her surprise, a full breakfast for two was placed on the table. It was nothing completely spectacular. A few fried eggs and bacon, along with toast all in all, it was passable if amateurish but that doesn't change her feelings of bewilderment as she walks towards the kitchen and sees the back of someone she should've expected but refused to believe cooking the last set of eggs and bacon for the youngest out of all of them. He moved with a purpose, gathering ingredients and utensils. The sizzle of a pan and the rhythmic clink of cutlery harmonized as he prepared the simple meal.

The first word that came out of her mouth was blunt and somewhat distant, like it has been for a while.

"Gen"

The blond paused from the sizzling eggs and turned to look at the 12 year old not even surprised at her appearance or the extreme awkwardness he was held to yesterday. It almost feels welcoming, even as he showed off a bright grin.

But that made the young girl's suspicion grow even more.

"Up and early like always Kaho?"

She ignores the question with one of her own, "why are you cooking?"

As breakfast neared completion Saji chose to multi-task focusing on not getting anything burnt while answering. "Well I know we set up a system for it but I think as your big brother I should handle more of the weight sometimes and don't worry about lunch that on me too!" This cause her glare to grow

"You already done enough you idi-" With a swift small shake of the head she crushed that thought and even with that his answer still pissed her off.

With a sharp intake of breath she turned away and towards the youngest of three's room not giving her brother as he hum a tune any retort–except in a hush tone she said to herself frustration evident.

"You're always working too hard you big idiot..."

A certain someone chooses to give her take on that entire back and forth while Saji starts to make finishing touches on the meal.