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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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The container in your hands was warm, filled with cooked food. As you climbed the apartment stairs, you eventually arrived in front of a door. You rang the bell once, then twice.
Receiving no answer, you tested the knob and realized it was unlocked. You stepped inside, lo and behold, you were greeted by the sound of a half-frustrated voice echoing from the kitchen.
"Ma, I told you, I don't need that big room-"
"Sweetie, I don't need a big room like that. You can take it."
"MA!!"
Kanji and Kiwako were standing among sea of boxes, some half-unpacked, others still taped shut. Kiwako was pulling out plates and kitchenware from one of the boxes, placing them in the cupboards. Kanji, however, looked like he was on the verge of combusting from exasperation, his hands on his hips.
You stepped forward, holding the container in front of you. "Is this a bad timing?" you teased.
When they noticed you, both their faces lit up.
"Oh, Y/n!" Kiwako exclaimed, clapping her hands together with joy. "You came at the perfect time. We were just getting settled in."
Kanji turned to you, sighing in relief. "Tell her she can't keep giving me the master bedroom."
You shrugged. "Your ma's the boss, Kanji. You should know this by now."
Kiwako giggled while Kanji groaned in defeat, turning away to mutter comoplaints to himself. You placed the container on the kitchen counter and opened it. The aroma filled the room instantly.
"I brought some food," you announced. "Thought you two might be too busy unpacking."
Kiwako inspected the food jovially. "You're always so thoughtful, dear."
Kanji rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at you and his mom. His heart swelled a little at you two's interaction. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as he watched the two of you laughing together.
He owed you, truly.
Not just for the food...but for saving both of them from the man who never truly deserved the title husband or father.
His thoughts wandered back to that day, just a few weeks ago. The day everything changed.
The sound of the television filled the living room. Kosuke lounged on the couch, remote in hand, eyes fixed on the screen.Kiwako stood at the doorway, clutching a thin envelope in her hand. Her heart pounded in her chest, but her eyes; they were clouded with determination.
This was it.
Kanji wouldn't be home for a while. It was the perfect moment. She inhaled deeply and stepped into the living room.
