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It's okay, darlin', it's okay. I understand, thank you very much though. c: In fact, it's a good thing, I don't want to give you more work after requesting that, I wanted to request another: a continuation of [Online Shogi] FemIzuki/Akashi yeah. Where the Akashi's Dad and Izuki's Mom meet with their son and daughter, respectively. Thank you again!
ahhh no you’re too sweet
Their mother comes back late, wearing the dress she only pulls out when she wants to look her best, without groceries and with a very strange smile on her face. “Girls, we’re going out to dinner tonight.”
“Um, is everything okay, Mom?” the youngest asks.
“I’ll tell you everything later,” she says. “Now, let’s get ready.”
The three daughters exchange looks but comply.
When they’re seated, she does tell them everything—that she went to play shogi with her internet friend, that he is apparently very attractive and polite, and that they’re going to meet up again in a couple of weeks.
“Mom,” says Shun. “You met some random stranger on the internet and you didn’t tell anyone? Do you know how dangerous that is?”
“He’s not dangerous at all,” she says. “He was wonderful.”
“Well, one of us is coming with you next time in case he tries anything funny,” she replies, and her sisters nod emphatically. “What’s his name, anyway?”
She sighs. She hopes he won’t be too mad (once an idea is in any of her daughters’ heads it’s impossible to remove) but he is also a single parent, after all. “Akashi.”
Shun chokes on her water.
*
Dinner with his father is not something Seijuurou particularly looks forward to—however, it does mean that he gets to spend time with Shun while he’s in Tokyo. Today he seems in unusually high spirits—he’s almost half-smiling.
Instead of grilling Seijuurou on his grades and basketball, his father asks questions about shogi—about defensive strategies and famous games, things Seijuurou is quite sure his father already knows. He seems to be genuinely interested in the answers; he’s not testing Seijuurou—perhaps he’ll get around to his reasoning later, perhaps not.
“You see, Seijuurou,” he says. “I’ve become acquainted with a female shogi player.”
Seijuurou nods. “Does she favor defensive strategy?”
“Yes, and she’s quite good,” his father says. “I haven’t played seriously in years, though.”
Ah. So he was asking in order to jog his memory? Interesting.
“She’s quite lovely,” his father says.
Seijuurou blinks. His father is attracted to this female shogi player. Of course. This must be why he’s so happy. It’s strange, though. It’s not as if Seijuurou thought of his father as an altogether asexual person, but he’s never openly shown interest in anyone (of course, his father is not open about anything, really).
They do not speak for the rest of dinner, his father clearly absorbed in thoughts of this woman. After excusing himself, Seijuurou finds that he has ten unread text messages from Shun. Odd.
