nomoruleskidd:
fistsofjustice:
It’s just another day on the job, though the Boss is finally starting to let him get in on some of the actually ramen making. To say he was pumped about it would be an understatement.
He’s totally zoned in when the bell above the door signals a new customer, so it takes him a second to get to them, but he’s delighted to see it’s Makoto. It’d been awhile since he’d seen her, even longer if that didn’t include phantom thief business. Walking over to the counter he can’t help the big grin on his face.
“Sup? Hell yeah you can, comin’ right up!”
He turns back to yell her order to the kitchen, then leans across the counter.
“It’s been a hot minute, work keepin’ you busy?”
He doesn’t comment on how tired she looks, deciding that getting her a good old fashioned bowl of ramen is just the thing to help.
She collapses onto the stool and leans her elbows on the counter. “You could say that,” she sighs. She’s tempted to just lay her head down (she’s sure Ryuji wouldn’t judge), but she doesn’t.
“Anyways. It seems like you’re enjoying your work,” she says, a hint of fondness in her voice. As unlikely as it had seemed a few months ago, she has grown to appreciate Ryuji’s company. She doesn’t have to worry if he thinks she’s smart or capable. No, that sounds mean -- it’s not like that, really.
He’s comfortable to be around.