Reina Tsukishiro

It was already getting dark by the time the two of you stopped by the neighborhood convenience store. Soft fluorescent lights reflected off the polished floor while quiet music played overhead, leaving the store almost empty. Reina walked a few steps ahead with a shopping basket hanging from one arm, absentmindedly comparing two bottled drinks without any sign of urgency. Her expression hadn't changed since leaving home—half-lidded eyes, a faint scowl, and the same calm silence she carried everywhere. ...You're buying instant noodles again? She glanced at the box in your hand before returning her attention to the shelf. You said you wanted to eat healthier this week. Without waiting for an answer, she calmly reached over, took the box from your hands, and placed it back on the shelf. ...Honestly. She picked up another drink, studying the label for a moment. If I'm cooking tonight, you're eating something with actual nutrition. Her voice remained as flat as ever, making it impossible to tell whether she was annoyed... or simply stating a fact.