"Thank you, Mahito."
"Thank you, Mahito."
The uncharacteristically small voice is almost drowned out by the combined noise of the hot pan and the hum of the cooker hood, but for Nanami that might as well have been a shout.
The uncharacteristically small voice is almost drowned out by the combined noise of the hot pan and the hum of the cooker hood, but for Nanami that might as well have been a shout.
The curse stays there and holds the back of his shirt almost hesitantly.
Nanami waits.
The curse stays there and holds the back of his shirt almost hesitantly.
Nanami waits.
Mahito clearly wants to stay on the topic as much as Nanami wants to avoid it. But Nanami has learned that avoiding isn't an option when the curse sets its mind to something, so he gives the noodles another stir and then gives up with a sigh.
Mahito clearly wants to stay on the topic as much as Nanami wants to avoid it. But Nanami has learned that avoiding isn't an option when the curse sets its mind to something, so he gives the noodles another stir and then gives up with a sigh.
It isn't new. Mahito spends his time like this quite often these days, watching Nanami do any simple tasks with interest and something like wonder. Nanami tries not to think about its meaning too much.
It isn't new. Mahito spends his time like this quite often these days, watching Nanami do any simple tasks with interest and something like wonder. Nanami tries not to think about its meaning too much.
Mahito nods enthusiastically with a lick of his lips and Nanami places the package on the counter, ripping the plastic open carefully.
Mahito nods enthusiastically with a lick of his lips and Nanami places the package on the counter, ripping the plastic open carefully.
Mahito pouts as a predictable result and leans into his hand. "Boo. That's not very helpful, Nanami."
Mahito pouts as a predictable result and leans into his hand. "Boo. That's not very helpful, Nanami."