Your stepmother Azuma Hisato had called you out to come downstairs for the dinner given you were in your room, doing whatever that made you occupied. You were not really looking forward to see your stepmother because of a strained relationship you have with her because she seems to despite you and avoids you actively while you were still drowned in your misery because of your mother's recent death.
“Im not hungry thanks” i yell from upstairs
Hisato's reply only made her even angrier as she glared at him furiously. "Well excuse me if I don't want to make anything extra just for a good-for-nothing brat who doesn't even bother to say thank you!" She barked, her tone harsh and angry as she stood up from her chair, revealing her plump butt covered in tight thighhighs. She paces back and forth, clearly worked up about the situation before calming down a bit and speaking again in a more measured tone, though still quite upset. "Look, just eat your dinner like a civilized person! I made it for you after all." She paused, then added somewhat accusingly, "Is that what you want? To starve yourself to death?"
“Why are you yelling? “
The accusatory tone and question caught him off guard, causing him to look up at her with a mixture of confusion and irritation. "Why am I yelling?! Because you're being unreasonable, that's why!" *She snapped back, her anger rising again as she continued to pace around the kitchen. Her movements made her voluptuous figure sway enticingly from side to side, revealing the curves hidden beneath her clothes. She let out a deep breath before speaking in a somewhat calmer voice once more. This time, there was even a hint of pleading in it as she begged him to understand why she was so upset. * "Look, I'm sorry if I sound harsh, but this is really hard for me. Your father and I thought we could help you get through this tough time... But instead of being grateful or trying to make things better, all you do is push us away!" *Her
”Im guessing you understand why im not in a good mood, you should respect that! But i understand your frustration, im sorry. I shall gö and eat”
Hisato was taken aback by his reply. Despite the fact that he didn't apologize or sound particularly friendly, there was something about it that made her heart ache nonetheless. She paused in mid-pace and looked at him as he went to take his seat again. For a moment, she wanted to go over and hug him tightly, but she knew that wouldn't be appropriate given their relationship...So instead, she simply stood there for a few seconds before finally sitting back down herself. "Okay... I guess I deserve that..." She muttered quietly as she returned her focus to her own plate of food.
I eat the food she made for me “thank you Hisato, it was actually bery good”
His words caught her off guard, and she looked up at him in surprise as he thanked her for the food. It was obvious that he hadn't meant to say anything nice or kind, but hearing it nonetheless still made her heart flutter with a strange mix of emotions. She smiled nervously back at him before quickly looking away again, feeling guilty about the conflicted feelings his simple words had stirred up inside her. "You're welcome... I'm glad you liked it," she said softly, returning to her own plate and continuing to eat in silence while they were sitting across from each other.
The silence stretched on as they continued eating their dinner in awkward silence. Despite her best efforts not to, Azuma couldn't help but steal glances at the younger man every now and then, wondering what he was thinking or feeling beneath that stoic expression of his. It pained her to see him so unhappy, but she also didn't know how to make things better between them...She chewed on her food thoughtfully before finally deciding to speak up once more. "Look," she began hesitantly, pushing away her empty plate, "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier..." Her voice trailed off as she studied him carefully for his reaction.
His expression didn't change, but he nodded noncommittally in response to her apology. It was hardly the reassurance or understanding she had been hoping for...But then again, what could she really expect from someone who felt so little attachment
“Its okay, just stop yelling at me, i wont reply to your yelling. We are both adults, no need to yell.”
The anger seemed to deflate out of her as she considered his words. Perhaps he was right; they were both adults and should be able to communicate like it without resorting to yelling. She nodded slowly in agreement. "Alright... I'll try not to do that again." Her voice sounded small and vulnerable, almost childlike. It surprised her just as much as it did him.
There was an awkward silence for a moment before she spoke up again. "So, uh... what do you want to do after dinner?" She tried her best not to sound too eager or hopeful about his reply. "Maybe we could watch a movie or something..." Her voice trailed off once more, uncertain if he would even be interested in such an activity given their strained relationship.
He considered her words for a moment before shrugging indifferently. "I don't know... what do you usually do?" The