“Onii-chan,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes.
Here’s a short text based on your prompt: my imouto has no money
She stared at it. Then her eyes glossed over—not with sadness, but that stubborn, angry love of someone who hates needing help. “Onii-chan,” she whispered, not meeting my eyes
“It’s not much,” I said. “But stop skipping lunch.” ” she whispered
I sighed, reached into my pocket, and slid a plain envelope across the table.