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shooting stars! chapter two!
LATER IN THE EVENING, YUKIO WAS FORCED TO SIT WITH HER PARENTS AT THE DINNER TABLE. An awkwardly tense aura hung over the Wakatoshi's as they say quietly enjoying their dinner, the only audible sound was the scraping of the utensils against the plates and the occasional burps Yukio accidentally let slip past her mouth. Of course, Yukio's mother happened to worsen the tension on her own accord.
"Yukio." Nastu Wakatoshi spoke up, drawing her daughters attention away from her dinner. "How was school today?"
"Good." Yukio answered her questions like how she was taught to, curt, short, precise and straight to the point. A Wakatoshi trademark.
"How are your studies going?" Her mother presses.
"Good. I've been doing all of my homework in class so I have more free time." Yukio responded and internally smacked herself in the head with her answer.
"Oh." Her father finally spoke up. "And what do you do in your free time? I hope it's studying human anatomy and basic medical training like we spoke about before."
"Of course." Yukio gulps, her throat feeling as if it was made of sandpaper. Her nervous gazed stayed locked with that of her father's calculating one, before Oshomi Wakatoshi broke it.
"Very well. Hurry up and finish so you can practice your stitching technique more. I want to see your progress."
"Yes, father." And with that, Yukio retired to her bedroom. Her heart practically sank into her stomach as she sat on her bed staring at her glow in the dark stars that were practically glued to the ceiling. She hadn't been practicing her stitching technique in weeks and she was sure her father would notice that when he checked on her.
There was no doubt in her mind that he would notice how imprecise the stitch work would be or how messy and sloppy it would be. She didn't know what to do. She knew there would undoubtedly be consequences if her parents found out she hadn't been practicing but instead painting. They would raise hell. She couldn't possibly see a way where her parents didn't notice how rusty she is at it.
