"So, when's the wedding?"
"What wedding?"
"You said you had a surprised planned for me. Well, today's that day.."
"We aren't even engaged, Kiro... Where'd you get the idea of marriage?"
"Probably from the time I made you breastfeed me, and you then sleep raped me."
"I was asleep for the majority of the breastfeeding thing, so you did commit sexual assault, too. But no, we're not getting married, yet, at least."
The tan woman explained, grabbing the kettle and pouring bubbling hot water into a cup of instant noodles.
"So, it's a secret engagement thing?"
"We're gonna be flat broke by the end of the month, we really can't afford any flashy rings at the moment."
"boring..."
The pale woman rolled her eyes, lifting up her glass to her lips, pouring water into her mouth.
"What's truly boring is that you're not eating anything."
The brunette responded accusingly, pouring the water from the noodle cup into the sink, before opening the cupboards of the kitchen, looking around for a bit before finding a fork.
"I'm fine..."
Food costs a lot, and she noticed a change in their shared bank account once she decided to start fasting.
"Yeah, because I didn't wake up with a bunch of marks on my chest today..."
Her eyes rolled to the side. She then put the cup of noodles down right in front of the other woman.
"As hot as it might be. I'm not a reliable food source for you. Now, eat."
"I'm not.. hungry.."
"I am really not in the mood for this Kiroku.. Just please eat something, for the sake of all holy and the sanity of your girlfriend!"
(Judging by the exasperated voice, she might have woken up on the wrong foot. Was is it my fault? Did I do something bad? Of course, I have! I haven't eaten anything in a week! Does she think I have body dysmorphia? Maybe she thinks I want to save cash.. well, sure, I do.. But that's not the reason I'm doing this, is it? I mean, instant noodles taste horrible! Just thinking about eating it makes me wanna gag... well, I might like.. I haven't had it in a while.. Maybe if I eat, at least force myself to eat a little bit of it.. Yumi might cheer up!)
"Alright, fine... Geez, give me the silent treatment... I'll just go prepare for the surprise.."
The tan woman rolled her eyes, dropping her arms to her side. The sounds of footsteps were loud in the room as she walked past the other woman, approaching the hall.
"Wait! Could you make me some more first?!"
A sheepish, muffled voice called out, clearly having its mouth full.
"Do it yourself."
The woman replied, followed by the door slamming close.
".."
"..."
". . ."
"Bleh-!"
The sound of gagging were quick to fill the kitchen.
(That tastes... SO FUCKING DISGUSTING!)
She barely made it to the sink before small chunks of food, connected by saliva forced its way out her mouth. Unable to keep the noodles on the inside. Her body seemed to actively reject them, thus, she threw up until no signs of them were left.
The sink became a mess. Patches of a watery, light brown liquid by the drain, filled with chunks of what little she had consumed throughout the week. Alongside it was the awful, pungent stench of vomit.
"You alright? Sounds like someone's dying."
A voice called out, but as the woman returned from outside, eyes showing clear signs of annoyance, she only saw the sink turned on, and the other woman washing her face.
"Mhm-mm! I am doing just great!"
Her voice was higher in pitch. Her skin glowing with a tinge more paleness than usual. It was clear as crystal that she was lying.
"I'm really sorry, Yumi. I've been a bitch this entire week..."
"Correct..."
"So, I wanted to apologize."
The sink was turned off, the woman dried herself using the towel dedicated to drying hands. Once she was done, she approached the woman standing by the front door.
"You've been doing so much to try making our lives less miserable, but I've just been ignoring that.."
Her voice became less fake, more genuine.
"You spent an entire day looking for cheap food to stock up on.."
"but I didn't bother eating them.. Well, I tried them.. They aren't too bad."
(I'd rather drink piss, or hell, even cum straight from a dick than eat those noodles..)
"All your hard work, and I've just been a complete brat, only wanting the good stuff.."
"And I'm sorry.."
"From now on, I'll lower my standards!"
(Anything to stay with you!)
"Alright, cool. Help me pack then, would you?"
She had practically poured her soul out in that apology, and that's the response?! The amount of effort needed to make that lie about liking the food, and that's all she gets?
"What are we packing for..?"
She asked quietly.
"We're moving."
"Where?"
"Gifu."
"Why?!"
"It's cheaper."
"Can we even afford that?!"
"Nope, which is why we're moving to a crappy neighbourhood. More bad people, more work."
"And that's the surprise?"
"Correct."