The Lazy Type

to change myself

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"I'll never be as good a model as my mother. Not the way I am now. And that's frustrating."

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Game over!

You lose!

Mirai groaned, accidentally releasing his subconscious hold on his handheld console, causing it to hit the floor with a thump. His back and shoulder felt uncomfortable as he shifted on the Fujioka family's couch.

Yesterday, he and his father had come over to watch a movie with Haruhi and her father, which ended up in them sleeping over. The arrangement had been for his father and Haruhi's father to sleep in the same room while Mirai slept in the same room as Haruhi, after many promises not to try anything with the girl.

Of course, Haruhi had kicked him out when he had started cuddling up to her, freaked out at the sudden contact. He was too tired to explain to Haruhi that he didn't do it on purpose, so he took the couch.

He wasn't used to sleeping on couches in his new life, so it took him hours of playing on his console to actually fall asleep.

He basically slept like shit.

Yet, despite all of this, he couldn't help but smile at the ceiling.

It's been so long since he felt at home. He may be a modern day Cinderella, going from rags to riches, but he'd be damned if he said he didn't miss living from check to check. He may be rich in this life, but he was still a commoner at heart. Discounts and specials still made him perk up. Instant coffee and store bought donuts were still stuff he would splurge on.

Feeling his phone vibrate, he grabbed it and flipped it open, mentally noting to himself to introduce the touch-screen idea from his old life to his father.

Shadow King: remember, your interview with Yuzuha Hitachiin is in an hour.

Me: yes, mommy.

Mirai turned off his phone and got off the couch.

"Pancakes," he blurted out to no one in particular, "Pancakes," he repeated, the idea sounding appealing to him as his stomach grumbled.

He stalked towards the kitchen, opening the fridge. It was filled with groceries, possibly because Haruhi had went grocery shopping earlier in the week. Mirai absently grabbed the carton of milk and butter. He'd have to search for the baking soda and sugar in the drawers, along with a bowl and a spatula.

Soon enough, he started humming the Ouran anime theme to himself. What could he say? Might as well go along with the universe he was born in. Besides, the song was catchy, okay?

"What are you doing?"

The deadpan voice of Haruhi grabbed his attention as he started pouring the batter on the frying pan, "Making pancakes."

Haruhi, who was already dressed for school, gave him a surprised look, "...you can cook?"

Mirai rolled his eyes at how surprised Haruhi sounded, "Thought I was a spoiled brat who didn't know how to take care of himself?"