" thats very sweet of you " / to yuta from toge
salmon roe, umeboshi, egg. gibberish to the onlooker, but something palpable to yuta, something honest. he's only glad his gesture of goodwill has gone over well: an offering in the form of sweets, sharing in a tradition he's indulged from childhood with each time the leaves undergo their metamorphosis. away from family, he supposes he's going through a transformation of his own these days. he's happier in tokyo, but he yearns for home on nights like these. he's just happy that the dorms have an oven he can use.
“ ah, do you really think so ? i just thought that everyone seemed a little burnt out recently, and that this might cheer them up ... did you want to help me decorate them ? ”
he's not much of a patissier, really: the cookies have never needed to look good, not when his baby sister takes the helm and yuta is just happy to watch, their parents just happy to eat. but these look a little lonely, fresh out of the oven and completely bare. even a poorly drawn ghost or pumpkin is better than an absence of one, he's realizing. “ ah, you can just take one though ! i know you just came back from a mission ... you must be tired. ”
