The company is perfect, and the food is unbelievably delicious. Shouta wouldn’t trade it for the world.
The company is perfect, and the food is unbelievably delicious. Shouta wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Before too long, Hizashi emerges from the kitchen with a dirtied apron and a light blush dusting his cheeks.
Before too long, Hizashi emerges from the kitchen with a dirtied apron and a light blush dusting his cheeks.
“Hm?” Shouta responds, laying back as that vacant feeling takes up residence in his mind.
“Pops is actually wayyyy better at it this time. I don’t think it will be burnt or anything!” he exclaims excitedly, and Shouta laughs.
“Hm?” Shouta responds, laying back as that vacant feeling takes up residence in his mind.
“Pops is actually wayyyy better at it this time. I don’t think it will be burnt or anything!” he exclaims excitedly, and Shouta laughs.
“I was just going to refill my glass of wine–” he tries, showing his mother the empty decanter on the center of the dining room table, but she hurriedly draws it away from him.
“I was just going to refill my glass of wine–” he tries, showing his mother the empty decanter on the center of the dining room table, but she hurriedly draws it away from him.