[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180917/05af97e7db248bd2f1dfaf10221c2501.png[/img][/center][hr]
Tsubasa lazily stirred on her bed, woken by the sound of an idol song playing from her alarm clock at full blast. Like most things in her room, it was a tacky overload of bright colors, hearts, and anime characters. Her hand gently groped around the surface of her night stand, in no particular hurry to face the real world. Suddenly, her whole body froze. 

Kazuto! Takizawa Kazuto! The cousin that she now lived with, the one her parents had spent the better part of a month comparing her to. It seemed that she couldn´t go five minutes without some behavior of hers being scrutinized because of him. Tsubasa´s first day of school hung ahead of her, and she was determined to stop their antics right in their tracks! [i][color=#c8b8fb]Today… they’ll all see how much I’ve changed! They’ll see just what a cute idol girl can really do when she’s mature![/color][/i] Tsubasa realized that a stuffed animal had fallen on the ground, making her pick it up in a panic. [color=#c8b8fb]"Oh no! Kirakira-chan!"[/color]

Tsubasa hopped out of bed while brainstorming of all the possible things she could do to leave an amazing first impression. The sound of a rumbling stomach cut what little progress she had made short, however, and she had settled on just wearing her uniform to breakfast. Someone with such overly messy tendencies couldn´t afford such a huge risk, yet her optimism blinded any trace of rationality. There was a lot left to do to get ready, with her unkempt hair being the most notable example, but just this was enough for her to feel satisfied. And so began her proud stomping towards the kitchen.

[color=#c8b8fb]“Good morning Kazuto-chan.”[/color] she said. The natural energy of her voice was being masked by feminine grace taken from magazines and used with a severe lack of social awareness. She turned to her mom, who was making breakfast with a speed that only someone with years of experience was able to reach. [color=#c8b8fb]“Good morning mom.” [/color]

She immediately stopped in her tracks, caught off guard by how normal her daughter was behaving. It was an unnerving experience. Was Tsubasa in the middle of doing something stupid again? “Uh huh. Good morning… Tsubasa.” Her daughter already had her uniform on. Strange. “Well she’s finally here now, so you can eat, Kazuto.” 

Their breakfast was simple and traditional, consisting of white rice and salmon with miso soup. Tsubasa grimaced at the thought of a breakfast that wasn´t an omelet drowned in ketchup or even just toast. She shoved a clump of white rice into her mouth with determination, all in an attempt to keep the charade going. [color=#c8b8fb][i]Being an adult is all about suffering! I can do this![/i][/color] The chewing movements that her mouth made reached a crescendo of speed before forcefully slowing down. [color=#c8b8fb][i]A mature and proper girl wouldn't eat like this, no![/i][/color]

Her mother squinted at her in suspicion with a power that could have torn through metal. This sort of dynamic between a mother and her daughter must have been odd to witness, no doubt.