My Imouto Has No Money ((install)) -

She stared at it. Then her eyes glossed over—not with sadness, but that stubborn, angry love of someone who hates needing help.

And I swore I’d never let her eat plain rice alone again. my imouto has no money

I sighed, reached into my pocket, and slid a plain envelope across the table. She stared at it

She didn’t open the envelope. Just clutched it to her chest and whispered, “Thank you.” but that stubborn

I already knew. The electric bill was due. Her part-time job at the bookstore had cut her hours. And she’d spent her last yen on a get-well card for a classmate’s mother.

“I’ll pay you back,” she said.