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[weiß kreuz] aya

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Who: Aya & Aya
What: Domestic things.
When: A bit after the love event.
Where: Starting from their kitchen.
Summary: Reconnection time?
Rating: G

Cooking wasn't the same here. Aya had tried to make Hinachirashi just because the third of March was close by. He wasn't exactly sure what the date was, but considering from the temperature and length of day, it seemed about the right time. Their mother had always remembered the Girl's day, and even if he had thought it then as needless fuss, now it seemed appropriate, and nostalgic. But he couldn't have found all the ingredients, and truthfully, he wasn't sure if he remembered all of them anyhow, or knew how to prepare them. But in the end, he had cooked something that probably would be edible and he hoped it would be enough for her.

Plates set on the table, kitchen cleaned from all the earlier clutter when he had been repotting some of the seedlings, Aya knocked on his sister's door and waited for her to answer.

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Aya-chan opens the door with a smile that only gets brighter when she sees Aya on the other side. Being able to be near her big brother feels like being given a special gift.

"Ran-niisan!" Aya-chan opens the door and steps aside. "Would you like to come in?"

He shakes his head slightly, giving her a smile that falls behind in brightness but not in sincerity. She's not the only one who thinks highly of being able to be near each other.

"No," he says simply, reaching for her hand to nudge her towards the kitchen. "I made dinner. Lets eat."

"You made dinner for me?" she sounds deeply touched. Aya-chan happily follows Aya.

"Ran, you really need to get a girlfriend you can make dinner for instead of your little sister," she teases.

"You have to eat, right?" Aya glances at her over his shoulder and finds his eyes widening just a hint at her next comment.

"...girlfriend, right." He coughs as they step into the kitchen. "I'll pass for now. Then I'd just have to feed you both."

"Unless you find someone who is really sweet and cooks for you."

Her eyes widen as she looks at the food. "Ran-niisan, it looks and smells wonderful." She moves to give him a quick hug.

"Then she could feed you as well. Worth considering," he says as she steps to him, his tone of voice soft, obviously joking. Her quick hug turns into a bit longer hug because he doesn't let her go right away, but rather tilts his head against hers and stays like that for a moment.

"I hope it tastes good too," he says a bit dryly as he finally releases her and steps to the stove to pick up a tea kettle. It took a while but he finally managed to find some green tea in this god forsaken place.

Instead of sitting at the table, she follows behind him like puppy.

"I'm sure it will. Everything you do, you do well."

On his way back to the table, he takes her hand in his. "Aya..." he draws out her name with a hint of embarrassment.

He pours for her first, nodding towards a chair for her to take a seat. "Want to hear something I didn't do so well?"

She bounces a bit as she sits on the seat.

"Itadakimasu."

She appears to be seriously considering the question. "Yes, Ran-niisan, if only because you are always too hard on yourself, and I would like to show you that."

For a moment he contemplates on actually saying something serious, because it would be the perfect opportunity. But the depressing topics are to be reserved for some other moment.

"Well, you mentioned a girlfriend..." he begins as he sits down and mirrors her 'Itadakimasu'. He knows she'll be curious, now he's just drawing it out on purpose.

She squirms eagerly in her seat, her eyes bright with excitement. "Are you seeing someone special, Ran? Oh, don't be mean! Tell me."

It's a lot easier this way, it seems. And he has a soft smile reserved for her just for that.

"Yeah, I guess I am," he says a bit awkwardly, maybe even a bit shyly. "But.. um... He isn't really a girlfriend material. And definitely doesn't know how to cook."

She giggles at his expression and his awkward tone.

"Okay. So you'll eat out a lot. Is he nice? Will I get to meet him?"

And here comes the really awkward part. He sighs, looking at her through his messy, too-long bangs. "You've met him already. But yes, Caesar's very nice. I hope you'll like him."

She flushes a little as she remembers her misplaced attraction to Caesar. The tension in the kitchen makes more sense now.

"I already like him, Ran. He seems sweet."

"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "It all happened so fast. I didn't... realize all the connections..." He sighs, glancing down at his plate, frustrated. "I'm sorry."

He rubs his neck for one silent moment, feeling suddenly very awkward, which doesn't please him. And so, he tries to shake it off by doing something that feels familiar between the two of them.

"I bet you don't know what the food is supposed to be," he says with a bit of smirk, something Ran was quite accustomed with, but Aya feels like reliving a memory.

Her big brother always apologizes for things that are not his fault. She reaches across the table to squeeze his hand.

Aya-chan opens her eyes wide in mock surprise. "It's supposed to be food?" She grins broadly and winks to show she is just joking.

He returns her reassuring gesture with a pale smile, sincere if not very radiant, and a squeeze of his own.

"Very clever, Aya," he murmurs in a chuckle, giving her a mock frown for her antics. "But I'm glad you're so trusting~"

She grins at him, laughing silently.

"And brave too!" She stabs at her food, taking a bite.

Her tone and eyes soften. "It is very good, Ran." She brushes a braid over her shoulder. "You should invite Caesar over to join us next time."

"Obviously." Aya snorts softly, and following her example to attack the food on his plate. It's not bad. Not quite rich on flavor as it should be, but that's no surprise when spices aren't so variable in a place like this.

When she mentions Caesar, he looks up with arched brows. "I will. I'm sure he'd like that."

"I'm really glad you found someone nice, Ran," she tells him, her eyes shining with humor. "I was starting to worry you would end up an old maid." She shoves more food into her mouth to stifle a laugh, half-wondering if Ran will scold her for her table manners. She kind of misses being scolded by him.

Before, Ran would have asked teasingly how Aya knew anything about his love life. But it hits a bit too close to home and Aya decides to just snort at her and frown at her table manners.

"At least you haven't yet talked with your mouth full," he says dryly, but not without any humor. There's a tiny hint of it. If you squint.

She isn't aware of just how long she was in a coma, and assumes that if he were with anyone he was serious with he would have told her.

She puts on a mock offended glare that is a childish imitation of his own. "Ran! Slander! I would never do that." The offended glare is further spoiled by a giggle.

"Sure..." Aya says so dryly it's a miracle his tongue doesn't turn into sandpaper. "Just like you'd never tease your big brother about being an old maid."

He's secretly tempted to stick out his tongue at her, something he hasn't done since being a little kid.

"Of course not." She leans across the table, wielding her spoon with the intent of bumping him on his nose. "I am a lady."

"Obviously," he remarks with some rise on the tip of his nose now. "And not older than five, it seems."

He wrinkles his nose, the rise dropping down, and he frowns.

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