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"Yes. And. and I want food—lots. Send all of it. Sushi, ramen, wagashi, fruit—send it in a basket. Best quality. Today's for Yuki." He hesitated for half a beat, as if he felt the magnitude of that craving, but nodded after that. "Understood." "Thank you." Kenji handled the rest: ordering an upscale concierge. I drove this vintage eco-sedan to make it inconspicuous, but racing within. I restrained from playing Ecstasy chords—it needed to sound contemplative, not flashy. Still: revenge against cowardice. Ten minutes in, my team told me it was a group of chefs at Azabu that assembled the basket—fresh fruit, sweet mochi, yakitori, soup, three types of nigiri and a jar of matcha pudding. I permi

“I think so.” Jay ordered a bunch of sour fruits from the mall. When the courier delivered the fruits to Château de Selene the next day, the living room was filled with various kinds of sour fruits. Angeline’s jaw dropped at the sight of those fruits. “Are you feeding a pig? How can I possibly eat so much fruit? They’re just going to go bad.” Jay stroked Angeline’s belly and said, “You’re not a pig, but there’s a golden pig in here.”

Anne-Marie pouted while Ursula too opened her palms with a playful smile. “Mom, Anne-Marie, you two do the pomegranates.” Mira giggled as she bought the basket with the pomegranates and oranges. They sat down to peel and seed the two fruits when Agnes and Beth returned. Mira got a big bowl and put all the washed leaves along with the pomegranate seeds and the peeled and cut oranges. “Little Mira, you do the mushrooms… the old man says that after eating your mushrooms…... this old woman’s cooking is not good enough.” Agnes pouted as she complained, returning the washed tray to Mira.

He was so annoying and really enjoyed seeing other people suffer. “Okay. Then I'll stay.” He stood up again. ”Take my basket. It's already full, unlike yours which fell into the ditch. It's dirty, don't even think about taking it again.” He glanced briefly at the basket that was full of his favorite fruit. Also the one belonging to the Girl, which was completely empty. He sighed softly. "Enjoy the pain of not wanting to accept my help.” “No need," said Gadis grimacing. ”Just take your own basket.”

BEATRICE I pack Bailey’s lunch like I always do—small bites, easy to eat, her favorite fruits cut into heart shapes. She told me once that heart-shaped mango slices make her feel "ten percent more powerful," and I believe her. Today’s bento is extra neat. I don’t know why I’m being so meticulous—maybe because I’m nervous. Maybe because this interview means more to me than I’m willing to admit out loud. Or maybe I just want everything else to feel normal.

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

It shouldn’t be a big deal then, right? She entered the kitchen and found him immediately. The poor boy was plucking seeds off a strawberry before eating it. Seeing him eating something, she somehow relaxed. She was too busy helping Akane and Shitone that she forgot to check on him. “Are you snacking? Have you eaten lunch?” Haato swallowed the fruit before looking at her. “This is a good lunch. Thank you for the strawberries, Hana-san.” Instead of saying ‘you’re welcome’ to him, she replied. “Oh Haato-kun…” Because her heart faltered when she saw the bags under his eyes.

Yes, he created it for Fatty Bao but after he saw the scene in front of him, he can’t blame Fatty Bao If Fatty Bao wants to have a lovey-dovey session with his girlfriend. Contrary to Aurelia's prediction, Fatty Bao's face is all blank and the sentence “What the hell are you talking about?” seems to be written all over his face. “I’m sorry m’lord.” A short apologetic sweet voice sounded out from the bedside. Azanah slowly raises her hand up and produces a pair of black prosthetic arms from her storage ring and places it on Fatty Bao's bed.

Gloria busied herself with lunch prep: bento boxes artfully arranged with teriyaki chicken skewers, veggie stir-fry, onigiri rice balls shaped like stars, and those special dried fruit mixes—mango slices, apricots, almonds—for mid-morning munchies. Lukas lingered under the scalding shower longer than usual, the steam enveloping him like a shroud. He'd skipped it last night, too agitated to care. Warm rivulets traced his toned frame, soothing aches from a restless sleep. He peeled away the bandage on his right fist, inspecting the healing split skin and purple bruising. Dried and crusty now, but tender—no sparring or stress-relief punches anytime soon. The water rinsed away physical filth, ye

Sigh, I feel guilty for acting badly to him. I stood up when I saw him approaching me. When he was finally in front of me, he gave me a basket. I stared at it for a few seconds before I looked back to Alyn who's now walking away from me. I took a deep breath before I chased after him, "A-Alyn!" He stopped and turned around but he didn't say anything. I pouted and showed him the basket, "What— what am I going to do with this?" "Pick your fruit in the forest," he said and walked away again.