Her eyes lit up happily as he complimented the food. “I’m glad you like it! Have the rest, I have more in my room anyways.” She said handing him the bag with three maybe four more in the bag. “Can you cook food, Ritsuka?”
“I can cook fairly well,” he shrugged. “Mainly rice and omelettes. I would cook sometimes if my mom didn’t feel well enough to, and stuff.”
There was no point going into detail about his mom— or his home life at all, for that matter.
As she listened a question bugged her, “Ahh.. Ritsuka.. Why are we sent to this school? I mean.. A school of super students sounds cool but they are pretty lax about classes here…” She glanced around curiously then back at those twitching little ears…