"YAYYYY!" Keita said, again forgetting his indoor voice as he shot both arms into the air in celebration. Bunta glanced over his shoulder just in curiosity at Yukiko's reaction to the opened door for her. She hadn't been interested when he tried introducing her to the sport, but people and interests can change. It was kind of Yukimura to make sure the opportunity was there for her, lest she feel left out.
Over the next half-hour, eggs, sausages, and many varieties of toast made their way to the table. Yukiko got her traditional cinnamon toast baked separately in the oven while the other slices cooked in a skillet as three grilled sandwiches filled with sweetened cream cheese, each topped with peach slices and maple drizzle, banana with caramel, or strawberries and cream. A modest stack of French toast accompanied them for Hima and anyone else interested in seconds. Personally, Bunta thought it came out pretty well. Sure, it was a little strange having a grilled sandwich of sugar for breakfast, but it tasted like a cinnamon roll.
He did cut off one bite from the middle of his and pass it to Yukiko in a small dish. It was okay to like what you liked, but it was important to be comfortable trying new things, too. You never knew when you might be surprised with a new favorite!
Speaking of new things... He's pretty sure he isn't imagining the looks he's getting from Yukimura. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't sneaking a few himself. Things took a real turn last night, didn't they? Of course, he doesn't really remember much about it except that there was a kiss and they slept on the couch together until Keita woke them.
It feels strange in a way. His heart hasn't stopped loving Leia so much as it's made room for a new chapter-- just as it did over a decade earlier in reverse. Time really is a circle.
Yukimura has done so much for his family these last months, though. He's given Jackal his life back, and he's given Yukiko and Keita a warm, safe home. It means more than Bunta will ever be able to put in words. More than that, he's become a staple of daily life, providing structure and economic stability. Most of all, he's been a companion and teammate in tackling life's needs and struggles. Life has just been better since they joined forces. Referring to everyone in the home as family hadn't been accidental or deliberate, but simply natural.
As the day progresses and finally winds to a close, it's once again time for their celebration with drinks. He feels an unusual edge of something this time. Nervousness? Excitement? Something like that. He isn't going to bother trying to name it. It's their first real chance to see each other and talk since... everything the night before.
After getting Yukiko tucked in, he comes back downstairs and, instead of sitting down, starts wordlessly collecting the booze set-up into his arms.
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Over the next half-hour, eggs, sausages, and many varieties of toast made their way to the table. Yukiko got her traditional cinnamon toast baked separately in the oven while the other slices cooked in a skillet as three grilled sandwiches filled with sweetened cream cheese, each topped with peach slices and maple drizzle, banana with caramel, or strawberries and cream. A modest stack of French toast accompanied them for Hima and anyone else interested in seconds. Personally, Bunta thought it came out pretty well. Sure, it was a little strange having a grilled sandwich of sugar for breakfast, but it tasted like a cinnamon roll.
He did cut off one bite from the middle of his and pass it to Yukiko in a small dish. It was okay to like what you liked, but it was important to be comfortable trying new things, too. You never knew when you might be surprised with a new favorite!
Speaking of new things... He's pretty sure he isn't imagining the looks he's getting from Yukimura. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't sneaking a few himself. Things took a real turn last night, didn't they? Of course, he doesn't really remember much about it except that there was a kiss and they slept on the couch together until Keita woke them.
It feels strange in a way. His heart hasn't stopped loving Leia so much as it's made room for a new chapter-- just as it did over a decade earlier in reverse. Time really is a circle.
Yukimura has done so much for his family these last months, though. He's given Jackal his life back, and he's given Yukiko and Keita a warm, safe home. It means more than Bunta will ever be able to put in words. More than that, he's become a staple of daily life, providing structure and economic stability. Most of all, he's been a companion and teammate in tackling life's needs and struggles. Life has just been better since they joined forces. Referring to everyone in the home as family hadn't been accidental or deliberate, but simply natural.
As the day progresses and finally winds to a close, it's once again time for their celebration with drinks. He feels an unusual edge of something this time. Nervousness? Excitement? Something like that. He isn't going to bother trying to name it. It's their first real chance to see each other and talk since... everything the night before.
After getting Yukiko tucked in, he comes back downstairs and, instead of sitting down, starts wordlessly collecting the booze set-up into his arms.