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"Sis, is breakfast ready?!"
Mika's voice called out from the living room.
"Yuna said we're having beef!"
Misaki turned to me.
"Itsuki-san?"
Her gaze carried a silent question.
I gave a slight nod.
"Yeah... it's ready."
"Let's all eat."
_
The kitchen grew busy once more.
But this time, not with cooking—
but with plating the results.
Plate after plate was picked up.
The pan was moved aside.
The aroma of meat filled the air.
Warm.
Rich.
Tempting.
Misaki moved first.
Carrying two plates at once.
Her steps were steady.
As if she were used to it.
I followed behind.
Also carrying two.
But my steps were more cautious.
Unwilling to drop a thing.
_
We reached the dining room.
The previously empty table.
Now—
began to fill up.
One by one, the dishes were set down.
Grilled beef.
Beef soup.
And a few other dishes she had decided on earlier.
Not long after—
the patter of small footsteps approached.
Yuna.
Mika.
And Hana.
They came in.
