Fushiguro stood in the bright lights of the kitchen, Yuuji was next to him practically crouched over the counter as he made sure every ingredient was precise, the boy seemed so happy to share something he loved with Megumi he couldn’t help but smile. Yuuji felt like his warmth in the winter.

Fushiguro stood and let Yuuji do what he needed, he couldn’t help but admire every piece of him, though he was soon dragged out of his mind when Yuuji asked him to grab something. “oh sure.”