it was another morning, another day, and toji was in the kitchen drinking his coffee and looking at the newspaper while you put together a bowl of cereal. he was subtle in his glances, subtle in the way you wouldn’t notice until you met his gaze on the off chance you turned around and caught him just as he lifted his gaze to you.
his now wife, and your mother, was out at work like usual. always busy and practically dumping your presence on him. not that he particularly minded of course.
his lips twitched upward, hidden behind the rim of his white coffee mug. he was always able to distinguish his mug from the rest. it had a small crack on its lip, just like he did.
“any plans f’the day, kid?” his voice, low and raspy as usual, cut through the peaceful silence.