mika’s holding his hands behind his back, standing straight in front of shu with a wide grin on his face. ❝ oshi-saaaaan~ i brought ya somethin’. ❞ &. out comes the bottle of shampoo: the exact brand &. scent that he knows shu likes. ❝ since i know ya couldn’t find it earlier and had t’get another kind … i missed smellin’ this whenever you got done with yer showers … ❞
the afternoon sun had begun to spill between fluttering gossameres of curtain, dappling the fabric he had been drawing taunt, the sewing machine paused as the door was hauled open. Kagehira had informed him he would not be around for the rest of the day, that he had some errands to run & thus shu had dismissed him accordingly. Sometimes, it was pleasant to work in the serenity of silence, despite the fact that when he had gone to ask for kagehira’s opinion he had noted his absence. With a solitary glance he welcomes mika, but he’s impatient, as if he is rocking upon the heels of his shoes. I brought you something !! and from behind his back he reveals .. a bottle of shampoo. he gazes upon it for a second long of silence, he hadn’t mentioned to kagehira that it was the brand he preferred nor the scent. “ you went out of your way to get it for me.” there’s a smile upon his lips “ thank you , for your hard work kagehira.” he was pleasantly surprised that kagehira recalls these things about him, he won’t admit it aloud, but it stirred a warmth within his chest. shu reaches out and rests a hand on his head, only for a moment ; as if emphasizing his words before he returns to the sewing machine as if it had never happened.