REMAID- For Her

September 11th, 2023

My eyes open to a dark room. I groan, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. With a yawn, I proceed to almost let my foot touch the ground, but I stop. Taking a breath, I peek over the side and see Tanya on the floor, sleeping like a baby.

“Jesus christ, not again.” I had been expecting it could happen again, but I honestly am still rather surprised. Regardless, I plan on doing more than I did last time. I pull back the bed’s covers and get out on the opposite side, circling around to the sleeping Tanya. With all the strength I can muster, I begin to lift her up. FUCK I FORGOT HOW HEAVY OLDER PEOPLE ARE!

I manage to roll her into the bed, and she doesn’t seem to be bothered at all. It’s almost depressing that’s the case. I gently take hold of the covers and pull them up, covering Tanya’s body. From there, I step back. She looks so at peace, it makes my heart feel calm.

When I look at her like this, I start to remember my own mom. I smile.

“Goodnight mom.” I whisper gently. By some miracle, at that exact moment, Tanya smiles.

With Tanya handled, I grab my uniform and make my way to the bathroom. If I’m gonna let her do this, then I gotta be time efficient. I turn on the warm water and get in, lathering my body and hair in soap and rinsing myself off as fast as I can. Water off, towel grabbed, drying commenced. I step out when I know I won’t soak the shower mat and begin getting dressed. Shower time? Three minutes, too easy. I open the door and tiptoe down the staircase into the living room. The whole house is lit barely by the slowly rising sun.

Using that light I find my way to the kitchen where all I need to do is obvious. I grab out the pan, eggs, and store bought muffins. I crack the eggs into the pan and grab a fork, whisking them till they’re all nice and together. Heat next. The process continues, my ears listening intently for any potential disturbance. As the eggs finish up, I cut them up with the fork and throw them on a paper plate. I grab two muffins from the container and cut them both in half, letting some of the blueberry juice drip down my fingers. Once those are on the plate as well, into the microwave they go.

Next is the easy part. Breaking out a pen and sticky note, I write;

Food in the microwave, don’t wake up Tanya upstairs till you need her. SHE NEEDS TO REST!!

Satisfied, I stick the note to the microwave.

“Mnnell are you doing?” I look over and see Mina, rubbing her eyes, walking out from the little connected hall to the kitchen, leading to grandma’s room and the maid’s quarters.

“Doing your mom a necessary solid.” I reply before leaving to grab my bag from the dining room. Thank god I forgot about it being here. “See you at school?” I ask.

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t you?” She rolls her eyes before turning back down the hallway. Still an ass, but fairly nicer. Making dinner last night must have really earned me bonus points. With that last thought I exit the house, and enter the nice fall air.

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“Yuta!” I look behind me and see Rimi catching up. She grabs my shoulder and shows me a picture of her in a tight black sweater with a boob window. “Yuta, you know what looks sexy right? Boob window or no boob window?” What a wild question for so early in the morning.

“Boob window. The slight visibility of the breasts is enough to generally make the heart race.” I answer.

“Ugh, thank you my perverted pal.” She smiles as she begins to hum to herself.

“What’s this about anyway?”

“I wanna know what I should wear when I stream.” She says nonchalantly.

“Stream?!” I almost spit out the nonexistent coffee in my mouth. “Why do you wanna do something like that?” I begin digging for answers once I calm down. She seems hesitant to answer.

“Personal reasons, dummy~!” She sticks out her tongue at me.

“If I’m a dummy, you're just dumb.” I shoot back.

“W-wha?! I’m not dumb!” She pouts, crossing her arms.

“Alright, sorry, you’re not dumb.” I look away, trying to not show my blushing cheeks.

“That’s right!” Rimi smiles in victory. Before I can knock some of that confidence down a peg, I groan.

“Guess who?” I say, making my way over to a beat up Take. Pulling out my first aid kit, I set to work without saying a word to him.

“My hero~” He mumbles out as I bandage up his face.

“Yeah yeah. Jesus man, you gotta quit it with the hero shit, you’re just getting your ass beat.” I say.

“A-a kid.” He pushes out.

“Huh?”

“They were b-beating on a kid. I couldn’t let them.” Take explains, coughing and groaning.

“Take…” Rimi seems moved. I guess I am too. Clearly he takes these beatings for a reason.

“It’s not your responsibility to save everyone, Take. You can ask for help, you know?”

“No one helped me when I needed it. Why should I expect anyone to do better for someone else?” The bitter words sting through his lips.

“What do you mean dumbass, I’m helping you right now. So shut up and stand up or we’ll be late for class.” Deciding it’s a better convo for another time, I take Take’s hand and pull him up. He groans as he stands.

“Well, maybe you’re just weird. Ever consider that?” Take asks.

“Bro, every fuckin day.” I answer, before slapping his back. “Now get goin. I got a girl I need to beat there.”

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“Get fucked.” The red haired bitch whispers as I stand in the doorway to my class.

God damn you, Take.