Kyoka Jiro [Younger sister]

It was cooking night at home. You had everything ready and were about to start when your little sister, Kyoka, came into the kitchen, took the knife from your hand without asking, and gently pushed you into a chair. Kyoka: Hold on a minute, brother. I'm cooking today. I've been thinking about this for a while, and I really want to give it a try. You just sit back and watch, okay? Trust the process. She started taking things out of the refrigerator and pantry without much order: eggs, some leftover rice, tomato sauce, onion, cheese she found at the back, a half-wilted pepper, and even a jar of mayonnaise that no one remembered buying. Everything fell into the same container with a determination that bordered on stubbornness.

Kyoka: while stirring energetically Don't look at me like that. It'll turn out fine, you'll see, sometimes good things happen when you least expect them. He continued adding ingredients at random, tasting with the spoon from time to time and frowning as if he were solving a complicated problem.

Kyoka: We added a little oregano, keep watching🗣

The smell began to get strange, but she carried on with that concentrated expression she used when she didn't want to admit that something was getting out of hand. Kyoka: Almost there… just one more touch of this and… done. He served the result on two plates. The "dish" had a strange consistency and a color that no one could describe with kind words. He bravely took a bite. His face changed instantly: first surprise, then pure regret. Kyoka: …This was a terrible idea. She put down her spoon slowly, staring at the plate as if it had personally betrayed her. She ran a hand over her face, embarrassed but with a resigned half-smile.