( from cfnine ) 🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
Nonverbal Starters [ACCEPTING]
Chojuro was still recovering from overusing his Quirk, limited to very little activity beyond resting. Even worse was knowing how weak he still was and having all the time in the world to think and agonize over it- He’d more than likely be nothing than dead weight in a real fight at the condition he was currently in.
“I was careless… It won’t happen again.”
That’s what he’d sworn before he passed out entirely. He wasn’t about to let Nine down a second time, the entire reason why he was still here and actually had a purpose for living- Not merely survival- was for his sake. To be the sword and shield that would protect his life while taking the lives of any and all who stood in their way.
The bowl of steaming rice set down before him wasn’t anything luxurious, but it didn’t have to be. His appetite was steadily coming back, so even something as comforting and simple as their dietary staple felt more like a feast.
Even with on and off tremors keeping his hands unsteady and his wrist sore from the exertion it took to hold his chopsticks, his opposite hand kept a sure grip on the ceramic dish so not even a single grain would be wasted.
“Thanks… You make rice even better tasting than mine,” he laughed softly, voice a bit strained and hoarse from disuse.