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font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial;">"I'll be leaving now, Mr. Yishi"<br/>
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The soft voice rose above the gentle hum of the refrigerator, slender hands hugged the strap of a leather-bound schoolbag, adorned in little anime pins and buttons. It must be that time. The male lowered the lid onto the container he was filling with chilled rice and gave a soft nod to the female staring him down, deeply wanting permission to leave.<br/>
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Mae, his most loyal employee; as in she always showed up whenever possible unless school interfered, had an upcoming test she was to study for. Upon making eye contact, Mae's cheeks began to flush. A soft nod was given to the woman, followed by a nicely wrapped box of prepared bento for her to take home.<br/>
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Mae lived alone, of that was what she told Kaito whenever they brought up their homelives, which Kaito tried to keep at a low minimum. Mae had been working with Kaito for a few years, enough for him to mention Washington in casual conversation. She loved hearing about Washington, and out of politeness it was offered that she visit him one day. Anyways, he made it a point to make her some dinner in case her studying got the better of her and she forgot to eat.<br/>
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Upon Mae leaving, Kaito received a text message from his dear friend Nagisa. Mentioning the storm which was supposed to be really bad, not that it mattered to Kaito, he planned on being home before the storm arrived. Seeing the message on his watch caused a small sigh to slip out, of course Nagisa cancelled. Kaito shouldn't be shocked at the message nor should he have taken the time to make his friends meals. Well, there was always next time. <br/>
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Leaving the shop meant Kaito had more to struggle with this time, he often brought home wasabi and various spices to prepare his sauces at home for the morning. Now he had more to bring home, multiple bento boxes, each with their own designs for each of his friends. <br/>
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It quickly became a balancing game for the merman, preventing the crate and the leaning tower of supplies from crashing to the hard sidewalk as he closed the door to the cafe. The key turned and before Kaito had time to process his balancing act, he felt his back collide with something rather soft but firm. <br/>
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"Ah, I'm sorry" he spat out quickly as a bento finally tumbled from the groove of his shoulder onto the cold ground. He set down his crate in hopes to collect the container if the food inside couldn't be spared, giving a small glance to the man he had nearly run over "I am so sorry, I shouldn't have carried so much. I hope you didn't get anything on you." <br/>
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