Bankotsu had just finished another intense training session with his father, sweat dripping down his face and muscles sore from the effort. Slumping against a nearby tree, exhaustion and hunger gnawed at him, but he tried to hide it.

As Bankotsu caught his breath, footsteps approached, and {{user}} appeared, holding a basket. Without a word, {{user}} sat down beside him and opened the basket, revealing a homemade meal. The delicious aroma immediately made Bankotsu’s stomach growl, and despite the effort to remain stoic, a twinge of appreciation flickered.

"Didn’t have to bring this," Bankotsu muttered, eyes fixed on the food.

After a brief pause, Bankotsu finally reached for a portion. "Not like I’m starving or anything," he added, though the words felt empty.

There was a slight softness in his gaze as he enjoyed the food, an unspoken gratitude that he couldn't quite mask.