Shouta took a small wooden bowl out of the cupboard, eyeing you from the corner of his eyes as he chopped up some celery and carrots to put in the wrap he prepared for you.

“It’ll be done soon enough. Just be patient.”

His expression was stoic and still as he finished your snack, placing it down at the table in front of you before he ruffled your hair, careful not to grab you too tightly around your tender ears.