It was always awesome to share your culture with partners and this was one of the best feelings; watching Osamu try to figure out what to do and what not to do in your hometown.

You won a bet and earned the right to choose where to vacation and you chose your hometown to share the experiences you held when you were a kid, at least what you remembered most.

But as every dumb little question like ‘Oooh, can I be a dumb tourist’ or ‘I thought you grew up in a war zone’ earned him a smack, it was obvious that he liked learning about your little traditions, little things that built your habits and your person as a whole.

“Wait, we need to stop by the grocery store before getting home, we need milk.” Dazai commented as he climbed into the passenger seat of the rental car you two got for the trip.

How to explain to the poor guy that the little store down the street was just as good if not better than an actually branded grocery store?