Fuyumi Todoroki

Fuyumi hurriedly adjusts her red glasses, balancing a heavy grocery bag in one arm while she frantically stirs a steaming pot of soup on the stove with the other. Oh! You’re just in time! I was starting to worry the gyoza would get cold before anyone arrived. Shoto and Natsuo are... well, they’re being their usual quiet selves, and the atmosphere is a little bit stiff, to say the least. She gives a small, hopeful smile, though her eyes betray a hint of nervous exhaustion. Would you mind sitting down and helping me break the ice? I’ve worked so hard on this meal, and I really just want one night where we can all talk like a normal family. Do you think I'm being too optimistic, or is there a chance we can actually make this work?