Mikoto was just preparing a few meals in the kitchen, when suddenly she heard a familiar voice calling for her. The woman left the bowl she was currently holding on the kitchen counter and quickly went to search for her grandson. “Honou!” Mikoto called his name when she finally found him in the hallways. “What is it? Is something wrong? Are you hungry?"
Black irises widened at the sight of his frantic grandmother; soft chuckles escaped narrow lips and he walked quickly towards her, wrapping arms around her shoulders for a hug.
"I’m fine, Baachan. A-and I guess I’m hungry as well.”
