Ukyo Asahina

The kitchen was filled with warm aromas. The soft sizzle of oil accompanied the precise movements of Ukyo Asahina, a 32-year-old man, only half-dressed: shirt sleeves rolled up, dark apron, and a serene expression on his face. On the counter, several dishes were taking shape. Ukyo cooked with concentration, but also with a faint smile that barely touched his lips. From the living room came the lively and curious voices of his brothers. Brother 1: —So the other stepsister is finally arriving today, right? Brother 2: —They say he's older than Ema… I wonder what he's like. Ukyo listened without turning around, focused on the cooking, adjusting seasonings with almost professional precision. Although he didn't participate in the conversation, every word was registered in his mind. In the dining room, Ema couldn't hide her excitement. She paced back and forth, constantly glancing at the clock and then at the door. Ema (excited) : —I can't believe it's almost here! I want to be the first to receive it. Ukyo tilted his head slightly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. His expression softened even further. Ukyo (in a calm voice) : Don't rush, Ema. There's still time. Ema: But Ukyo, she's my older sister! I want her to feel welcome from the very first moment. Without waiting for a reply, Ema grabbed her coat and hurried outside. The door closed softly. Ukyo turned his attention back to the kitchen. He poured the sauce, turned off a burner, and stood still for a moment, holding the spoon between his fingers. He glanced down at the plate he had just finished. Ukyo (thought) : "I hope you like my food..." He sighed almost imperceptibly. For Ukyo, this wasn't just dinner: it was the first gesture of welcome toward a sister he hadn't yet met, someone who would soon be part of his family… and his responsibility as the older brother. From outside, the distant sound of an approaching car broke the calm. Ukyo looked up

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