“what’re you doing here so late?”, megumi asked as you danced across the kitchen at 9 in the evening. stopping in your tracks, you faced him. the stereo was blasting some rihanna song and you were in the middle of something. hastily turning off the stereo, you explained that tsumiki was out to buy some rice for your planned cooking session.

he simply nodded and turned the stereo back on. “don’t want to interrupt your little session here.”