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Waking up to find Futo-chan not at my side
"Didn't we go to sleep together last night...?" I thought. Startled, I yelled out, "Futo-chan!?" The door to the kitchen opened and Futo-chan popped out. Wearing an apron. "...Did you think I had left?" she asked with a surprised tone. "No, it just surprised me when you weren't there, since we always wake up together." "Fufu... what an absent-minded person my lord is," she smiled. I asked her if she had made something in the kitchen. "Hmm, well..." she uttered before returning to the kitchen, bringing a pot back out with her. "It is miso soup. I am making some rice as well. Let us eat together," she said with a smug grin. We made our way to the dining table and set the food down. "How does it look? I only just learned it from Lady Youmu, so this is all I can make, but... does it not look good?" she fished for compliments, that grin still on her face. It seems she had put a little too much miso in the miso soup, but at least it tasted like miso soup. It tasted better than it should have for someone making it for the first time. Maybe she had been practicing while I was out.
"It's great," I told her. "I-is it? Yes, yes..." her smug grin giving way to a smile. "W-well, something like this is nothing for my hand...." She was so proud of herself that she couldn't stop smiling. And so I ate the miso soup (with rice on the side) that Futo-chan had made for breakfast. After we finished eating and I was getting ready for work, she quietly asked, "Is there anything I can do to help you with your work? Something that would not add to your burdens...." I didn't expect that. "My work is something done by one person, so I'm alright. Don't worry about it so much," I reassured her. "No, you are always being so helpful to me... it is time I stopped leeching off of you. I want to be useful..." she said with a troubled look. ...Every day, she was waiting in the house until I returned. She must get pretty lonely. The feeling of not being able to do anything on her own due to always being helped must also be rather tough. "Alright then. Will you help me out?" I asked. "Oh... thank you, my lord," she smiled back... to be continued.