How can you be so smart, focusing on that textbook? Here I am, can you see me? I'm across the table from you. I made that dinner that you're eating, you know. I put all of my effort in making the best meal possible for you, yet you eat it as though it's just another meal. Can't you see that I cook for you - only for you - and I force myself to at least try to do well in school, difficult as it is. For you.
Yet when you could have fried salmon, sliced octopus, pastries, potato dumplings, rice, onigiri, and a three-layer cake, all of which are on the table, you would probably prefer microwaved frozen waffles. The raspberry kind is your favorite, isn't it?
We can have some for breakfast, if you'd like. I'll sneak out to the store when you're asleep and get some, and then in the morning I'll miraculously discover them in the back of my freezer.
I know I won't be able to sleep tonight. I'm afraid that I'll talk in my sleep and say something... something to reveal this strange desire that I have. And that's why I'll be tired in the morning.
... But I'm still making you a huge breakfast.




Jupiter, Senshi of the Olive Leaf