Chapter 117: Mikan's Heart and Her Gift
The alarm clock rang. Mikan opened her sleepy eyes, ready to get up—then closed them again and slipped back into bed.
After shutting off the alarm, she lay quietly, lost in thought. From a young age, she had always been precocious. Looking at children her own age felt like watching toddlers.
When she was six, she had already come to understand many things about the world. That same year, when her parents left, they told her she wasn't their biological daughter—and that was also when her gift awakened.
Her parents' mysterious disappearance, her somewhat clueless older brother… these things gradually changed her mindset. She began taking on all the household responsibilities of her own accord.
It was also then that she started wondering how to handle her relationship with Franklin.
Time passed quickly—four years in the blink of an eye. Before Mikan could figure out how she truly felt about Franklin, a super-beautiful girl with long pink hair suddenly burst into their lives.
And that airheaded brother of hers actually ended up engaged to that pink-haired girl.
Her once lively heart quieted again. Maybe… continuing to play the role of "younger sister" wasn't so bad after all.
But thinking back to yesterday afternoon—to Bulma's appearance—Mikan's cheeks flushed slightly. According to Bulma, she was Franklin's girlfriend, and she didn't mind if Franklin liked other girls. Even Lala didn't seem to mind much either.
So… did that mean her own role could still change?
With that thought, Mikan got up quickly, changed into her school uniform as usual, and after washing up, headed to the kitchen. She had just started preparing breakfast when she heard multiple footsteps coming from the staircase—something unusual for this household.
Following the sound, she saw Lala leading the way, followed by Bulma and Franklin.
Just when Mikan thought that was it, another girl with short pink hair stepped out—then another one right after her. Seeing the two girls with the same pink hair as Lala, Mikan froze in place.
After arranging for everyone to wait in the living room, Franklin slipped into the kitchen.
"Mikan, Lala's two sisters arrived on Blue Star last night. For certain reasons, they sneaked into the house, so that's why they're only coming downstairs now."
Mikan took a deep breath and smiled, already composed again. "Got it. I'll make two extra servings for breakfast. Oh—should I include Sustin as well?"
That reminder made Franklin realize he needed to inform Sustin, too.
Just then, Momo peeked curiously into the kitchen. Seeing both Franklin and Mikan inside, she smiled and walked in.
"Sustin already knows we're on Blue Star," Momo said. "He didn't tell you because Nana and I asked him not to."
After explaining, she walked over to Mikan and gently took her hand.
"Hello! I'm Momo Belia Deviluke. You can just call me Momo.
And I'm really sorry—our sudden arrival must've made your morning busier. It's a lot of work making breakfast for so many people, right? Let me help!"
Momo's bright and cheerful smile was infectious. Mikan couldn't help but smile back—whatever gloom she'd been feeling earlier melted away.
"No need, I can handle it. I'm used to this."
Momo shot Franklin a slightly strange look—one that made him feel a bit embarrassed.
"It's not my brother's fault," Mikan explained quickly. "I insisted. I'm the lady of the house too, so I have to take some responsibility.
Besides, my gift is perfect for handling chores like this. At first, my brother used to help, but as I got better at using my ability, his 'help' actually slowed me down."
Momo nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Still, now that there are more people around, isn't it a lot for you to manage alone?"
Mikan smiled and pushed Franklin toward the door. "It's fine. Leave it to me. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."
Seeing Franklin gesture for her to leave as well, Momo hesitated but eventually went along.
Watching from the doorway as Mikan smoothly prepared breakfast for seven people—each step calm, efficient, and precise—Momo grew increasingly curious about what exactly Mikan's gift was.
She watched carefully, but couldn't tell. Mikan didn't look like she was using any visible power; she was just… working. Yet every motion was perfectly timed and flawlessly executed.
Momo turned to Franklin, who was smiling as he watched Mikan work.
"My dear little boyfriend Franklin," she teased, "mind telling me what Mikan's gift actually is? I can't figure it out."
The pet name made Franklin blink, but he quickly composed himself. "Honestly, I don't know either. I've asked her a few times, but she never told me. Still, I've got a theory.
If I had to describe it with one word, it would be coordination.
No matter what she does, everything in her hands goes smoothly—never a mistake, never a misstep. It shows in every part of her life."
Momo fell silent, deep in thought, watching Mikan move. The way she chopped, stirred, and plated—every motion flowed like water, each step precisely what it needed to be.
It wasn't just skill. It was like watching a perfectly programmed, flawlessly balanced machine.
In just ten minutes, breakfast for seven was ready. Even the plates had been set ahead of time, each in its proper place. When it was all done, Mikan didn't even have a bead of sweat on her forehead.
"Big brother, you can call everyone to eat now. Oh, and don't forget to wash up—I saw you standing around since you came downstairs. You need to mind your hygiene."
After Franklin called out, the freshly washed Lala came running in, dragging Bulma and Nana along.
"Mikan, your breakfasts are always super tasty! You guys are going to love this!"
As she spoke, Lala glanced at Franklin and Momo still standing by the doorway. "Lin, Momo—aren't you two going to eat? It'll get cold soon."
Franklin chuckled and waved his hand. "Go ahead. Mikan said no breakfast before washing up, remember? I'll be right back."
Momo followed him toward the bathroom, quiet all the way. Only when Franklin was almost done washing up did she finally speak.
"That's an incredible gift. If Mikan ever studied military tactics, she could command the entire Deviluke army one day. With micro-control like that, any enemy would be crushed instantly."
Franklin had just taken a sip of water to rinse his mouth—and promptly sprayed it all over the mirror.
"Don't even think about it. I'm not letting Mikan go down that path. My goal is to crush enemies with pure strength, not strategy. Mikan's job is to live a happy life, nothing else."
After cleaning up, Franklin handed Momo a new toothbrush and cup, then turned to leave.
"Remember this, Momo—what Mikan needs is a joyful life. Don't involve her in any of your plans."
Momo's eyes shimmered, then she smiled softly and nodded.
"As you command, dear Franklin."
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