As soon as the door opened, Fuuka bowed respectfully to Shinjiro, careful not to spill her groceries.
"Senpai, please help me cook for Junpei!"
Straightening up she looked up at him with large eyes. He was her only hope! Hugging the bags tightly she tried to explain her predicament.
"Today is...is a bad day for Junpei, and ever since the festival he has only been eating cheap noodles because he spent all his money on me and a boy we met. But that isn't right, he deserves to eat something better, and, and, I want to cook him a g-good meal, b-but I'm...I'm still only average at best...s-so..."
By the end, she was near tears, fumbling over her words, just thinking about how she had let Junpei down. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and bowed again.
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"Senpai, please help me cook for Junpei!"
Straightening up she looked up at him with large eyes. He was her only hope! Hugging the bags tightly she tried to explain her predicament.
"Today is...is a bad day for Junpei, and ever since the festival he has only been eating cheap noodles because he spent all his money on me and a boy we met. But that isn't right, he deserves to eat something better, and, and, I want to cook him a g-good meal, b-but I'm...I'm still only average at best...s-so..."
By the end, she was near tears, fumbling over her words, just thinking about how she had let Junpei down. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and bowed again.
"...please help me, senpai."