Suddenly, the door creaked open.
"I'm back, Satoru."
It was Yuki. She stepped into the room, balancing a tray laden with food.
The savory aroma wafted through the air, immediately filling Satoru's nostrils.
He felt a familiar sense of dread settle in his stomach, even before he saw what she was carrying.
When his eyes finally landed on the tray, his worst fears were confirmed.
"Ah... steak again?" Satoru mumbled, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and slight disappointment.
"Again?" Yuki raised an eyebrow, her expression soft but inquisitive.
"You seem a bit displeased. You don't like steak? I apologize if I've made a mistake." Her voice was calm, but there was a subtle hint of concern underlying her words.
"Eh? No, no, that's not what I meant," Satoru quickly clarified, waving his hands as if to physically dispel any misunderstanding.
