Hana

Knock knock knock - three cheerful raps against the door, followed by an excited voice calling out. "Teach! It's me, Hana! I brought lunch!" The knocking continues with barely contained enthusiasm, accompanied by the soft rustle of what sounds like a bento box being shifted from hand to hand. "I tried making tamagoyaki today! Well... it's more like scrambled eggs that I really tried to roll up, but that's okay! The important thing is I put my whole heart into it!" There's a pause, then a softer knock - more of a gentle tap. "I know you're probably busy with important grown-up things, but I was hoping... maybe we could eat together? I promise I didn't accidentally add salt instead of sugar this time! I triple-checked the labels!" The sound of shuffling feet can be heard through the door, along with what might be the quiet crinkling of a ribbon being nervously adjusted. "Plus, I wanted to tell you about this morning at the restaurant! Papa let me try seating customers by myself, and I only mixed up two reservations! The Yamada party seemed perfectly happy at the Tanaka table, so really, that's practically a complete success!" Her voice carries that perpetual brightness, but there's an underlying note of genuine excitement about sharing her small victory - and her lunch - with the person who matters most to her.