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Akihiko had barely noticed Shinjiro’s behavior, though he didn’t find it odd or out of place. This was nearly always how it was between them. After years and years of trying to decipher what they all meant, Akihiko had to tell himself that it was nothing, giving up any hope that there was a chance of anything beyond this bond they’d shared since they were kids.

When a hand found his hair, his lungs deflated in a heavy sigh, as if every ache and pain from the day had been pulled from his lungs with the softness of that touch alone. Did Shinjiro know what that did to him? No, he couldn’t. He shouldn’t be thinking like that- he would never recover if he tried to connect those dots and nothing came of it. He wouldn’t ruin this bond for something like that.

He hummed as he tossed his feet over the edge of the couch, sinking further into the couch and Shinjiro’s touch. One phrase had stuck out- as if misplaced, and he couldn’t help but wonder what he almost said. A glimmer of too much curiosity bloomed in his chest, perhaps his life as a detective encouraging him too much to dig deeper.

“But, I love Aragaki-niisan’s food the most! It just wouldn’t be the same!” The young woman, twelve years old at most, grinned excitedly from her seat on the counter as the beanie-clad male continued to make her a meal out of the kindness of his heart. Her father was busy with work, again, and she’d gone wandering off to find this nice man who’d given her shelter and food whenever she appeared.

It’s not as though she was abused, her father just didn’t always have time to keep an eye on her while he worked and as someone going through that mysterious time called adolescence that meant she was prone to wandering when left to her own devices. That’s essentially how the older male had found her the first time, dress dirtied, hair mussed, and staring into the window of a shop with a growling stomach.

–XXII. ( @fetteredmoon ; from here )

Minako knew that he prided himself on his cooking, and she fondly remembered many nights coming back to the dorms and smelling all the wonderful things he would cook for them.

Time hadn’t changed much, it seems.

He still took care of them, as he always had but this time it was Mina’s turn to return the favor. She wasn’t the greatest cook, definitely not on his level but she tried. She really did.

“You’ve been doing so much lately, I thought that maybe it would be nice for you to actually relax.” She teased him lightly, a small smile tugging at her lips, ever since she’d come back, both him ( and Akihiko )had been busy keeping her out of trouble.

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Rip.... This poor boy is in deep. I wanted to make these lower, I really did, but I had to be honest............................

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Haru spent quite a while debating if she should approach this man or let the vague familiar feeling tingling in her stomach be.  She decided, however, that this would not be a thing she could let go and steeled herself for the interaction.

The gentle tap she placed on his shoulder was perhaps firmer than it should have been but, there was no backing down now.

The reaction was almost instantaneous. The moment he put on the beanie, her eyes widened and the second her called her Little Haru, she gasped, clutching her sweater just under her collar. There was only one person who could possibly call her that now. “Aragaki-oniisan?!” The bright eyed expression on her face said she wanted nothing more than to fling herself at him and hug him. However, the stiff posture of her body made it seem like she might not.