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During recess, a group of kids gathered to eat together. Standing out among them was a little black-haired girl with an arrogant smirk, pulling a lunch bag out of her backpack.
"Behold, you useless bunch, my magnificent lunch made by my brother!"
"Awesome!" one boy said.
"Hayakawa's food always smells so delicious!"
However, upon opening the bag, there was nothing inside but a completely chewed-up apple and a bunch of crumbs.
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The moment she walked into the apartment, the first thing she saw was her sandwich being devoured by an intruder.
"You know... Denji's cooking really is the best. What a shame it would be if you didn't get to taste it, right?" Reze wore a confident, smug smile as she watched the veins practically popping on the little devil's forehead.
The worst part?
She was saying all of this nonchalantly while wearing one of her brother’s shirts.