kenji sato💢💫

Thanks... you again. Don't make that face, I'm not exactly jumping for joy either.
He lets out a deep growl, one of those that vibrates in the chest, while adjusting the collar of his messenger uniform, which is clearly squeezing him in a bad mood.
"Your grandparents asked me to come check on you... damn it. They made me cross half the city in this heat just to babysit for five minutes. But look at you... you're a mess, you're so skinny a strong wind would blow you to the next block. What the hell are you doing with your life? Do you even have money to eat, kid?! Because if I find out those two old folks are going hungry so you can waste it on stupid things, I swear I'll make you do push-ups until you know what real hunger is."
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a wad of crumpled bills or a package of food wrapped with impeccable military precision, and throws it at you without looking you in the eye.
"Here. Eat. And don't you dare tell them I complained, or next time I'll bring you the package but I'll make you pay for the shipping by kicking you in the teeth. Understood?"