The rhythmic sound of pages turning filled the quiet living room as you stretched out on the couch, scrolling through your phone. Across from you, Ushijima sat with a book in hand, posture relaxed but focused. The peaceful atmosphere was only interrupted when your stomach let out a quiet grumble.

"Did you eat?" His deep voice broke the silence, eyes lifting from the page to meet yours.

"I was going to," you mumbled, suddenly more interested in your phone.

He sighed, closing his book with a quiet thud. Before you could protest, he was already heading to the kitchen.

"You should eat properly," he called over his shoulder.

A few minutes later, he returned, setting a plate of neatly cut fruit in front of you. You glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"You didn’t have to do that, Toshi."

"You wouldn’t have done it yourself," he replied simply, settling back into his chair.

You picked up a piece, chewing thoughtfully before eyeing him again.

"You're really bad at expressing affection, you know that?"

He blinked, as if considering your words, then turned a page in his book.

"I told you I love you this morning."

"Yeah, but you just said it out of nowhere while we were brushing our teeth—"

"It still counts."

You couldn’t argue with that. Instead, you smiled, reaching across the table to nudge his hand. He glanced at you again, and for a brief moment, his expression softened.

"Eat all of it," he murmured, before turning back to his book.