[His laughter was enough to brighten Kyousuke's whole face, immediately digging in (politely, he's always been such a formal boy) the moment Yuuichi gives the command. While omurice wasn't exactly a rare dish, his mother worked very hard from the time she left in the morning to well late into the night, only coming home to leave a note or dinner out for Kyousuke when he came home from school.
This was a special dinner, alright, and his mother had wanted to make it as nostalgic as possible. A reminder of what they had, and what they could in the future.
The goddess of victory shines upon those who never give up.
Kyousuke's face melts at the taste of the food, feeling like the 7-year-old of long ago.]
It's really good, Niisan...
[What a 12 year old answer.]
Mine never comes out as good as hers...
[Oh yeah, he's been trying that whole cooking thing other than just cup noodles.]
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This was a special dinner, alright, and his mother had wanted to make it as nostalgic as possible. A reminder of what they had, and what they could in the future.
The goddess of victory shines upon those who never give up.
Kyousuke's face melts at the taste of the food, feeling like the 7-year-old of long ago.]
It's really good, Niisan...
[What a 12 year old answer.]
Mine never comes out as good as hers...
[Oh yeah, he's been trying that whole cooking thing other than just cup noodles.]