[Fish bento for Minato, tea and little cookies for Haru, he was still working out everyone else... but Kotone? Curry. Specifically curry he had started the night he got back and let simmer for a day and a half until the beef in it fell apart when picked up even with a spoon. It made him happy to see. He hadn't really poured his heart into a good batch of Leblanc curry in a long time.]
[He was otherwise..., Preoccupied, since getting home, but checking the curry and seeing it as it was, he packed up two round dishes with a split down the middle to separate rice and curry, wrapped them in fabric in lieu of a furoshiki, and set them carefully in the bottom of his bag. Bag over his shoulder, he headed to Kotone's, and the only reason he knocked was because he was never sure of her or Scott's hours.]
[He made it just in time! Kotone's back from doing her chores on the farm, fresh out of the shower to wash off the Various Smells and changed into one of her usual skirts and blouses, though she hasn't pulled her wet hair into its ponytail yet. She's just deciding what to make herself for lunch when she hears the knock, calling a quick,] Coming! [from the kitchen as she dries her hands and heads toward the door.
The second it's open and she sees who it is, she darts forward and wraps her arms tightly around him with a surge of relief that outweighs her previous annoyance at him.]
[When she opens the door Akira finds his heart in his throat, keeping him from actually saying anything. She's out the door and hugging him snug before he can even really process it, and he startles, looking down at her loose hair before he relaxes and folds forward around her, sticking his nose in her hair.]
[Her voice is muffled against his chest as she squeezes him more tightly, letting herself just be folded into his arms. When people say they're leaving, they don't usually come back. Her social links would send her messages sometimes, after they left, but they never came back.
She squeezes her eyes shut and inhales deeply without letting go of him. Akira came back. That's one.]
[His own squeeze tightens around her and he smiles so hard his face hurts, hidden in her hair.]
[And then he snorts, shaking with quiet, boyish laughter and briefly crushing her to him enough to lift her off the ground. He spins them, once, then twice, and then sets her down inside the door to her place.] I did. Made a batch special.
[It's just a little sound of surprise when she's abruptly hoisted, but she laughs all the same along with him, just flooded with relief that he's here. He actually came back. People don't usually do that!]
Then I guess you can come in so we can eat it together!
[And she grabs his hand, fully intending to just pull him right inside after her.]
[He's glad to be the first on your list of "said he'd come back and did"s, Kotone. Truly. He follows her in when pulled, hopping on one foot to keep the bag on his shoulder level so the plates don't tip and spill. They're wrapped and covered, but it's the presentation!!!]
[They're definitely a little bit messy when he does get to opening them, but that's what lifting and spinning protags does to curry.]
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hipchecks you with curry and friendship
[He was otherwise..., Preoccupied, since getting home, but checking the curry and seeing it as it was, he packed up two round dishes with a split down the middle to separate rice and curry, wrapped them in fabric in lieu of a furoshiki, and set them carefully in the bottom of his bag. Bag over his shoulder, he headed to Kotone's, and the only reason he knocked was because he was never sure of her or Scott's hours.]
sob boy boy son
The second it's open and she sees who it is, she darts forward and wraps her arms tightly around him with a surge of relief that outweighs her previous annoyance at him.]
Welcome back.
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...thanks for waiting.
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[Her voice is muffled against his chest as she squeezes him more tightly, letting herself just be folded into his arms. When people say they're leaving, they don't usually come back. Her social links would send her messages sometimes, after they left, but they never came back.
She squeezes her eyes shut and inhales deeply without letting go of him. Akira came back. That's one.]
You smell like curry. Did you bring me any?
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[And then he snorts, shaking with quiet, boyish laughter and briefly crushing her to him enough to lift her off the ground. He spins them, once, then twice, and then sets her down inside the door to her place.] I did. Made a batch special.
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[It's just a little sound of surprise when she's abruptly hoisted, but she laughs all the same along with him, just flooded with relief that he's here. He actually came back. People don't usually do that!]
Then I guess you can come in so we can eat it together!
[And she grabs his hand, fully intending to just pull him right inside after her.]
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[They're definitely a little bit messy when he does get to opening them, but that's what lifting and spinning protags does to curry.]