🍲 He tried. He tried so hard. That doesn't stop the rice porridge from, somehow, being burnt and the toast to be soggy. ( how he managed that is the real question. )
Send me a 🍲 to give my muse a home-cooked meal.
He`s silent, a spoon in his hand as he stared down at the some how bubbly, burnt somewhat soggy yet chunky porridge that had been made for him, Satoshi`s somewhat cheerful face just simply worked to make it worst.
What was he suppose to do!? His friend seemed so proud of this..concoction it would be simply heartless to not even give it a try right?
It`s not like he has to finish the bowl..
Right?
“This looks amazing!” Amazing how someone could ruin such a basic recipe. “I can`t wait to try it.” So I can just dump out the rest. “Thank you so much.” Just never do it again.
Sinking his spoon into the bowl he shook off a little bit of the gelatinous substance, as subtle as he could of course before blowing on it and taking a bite.
“I can’t wait, I can’t WAIT!” There she went, jumping in the air; running ahead of her bestie as though it would get her what she wanted any faster. “Two new dragon-types! TWO! It’s about time I got to meet them in person!”
💜 : A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
「 When he was younger, about 6, he couldn’t imagine living without his parents.
The thought had scared him.
But that was only understandable.
“ You both got everything with you, right ? ”
He watched as the chauffeur loaded the car with luggages, a black, simple suitcase that belonged to his dad, and a designer one from Paris that was in the possession of his mother. Shinichi was hardly surprised by the change. After all, the relocation had been planned since he was a toddler, and his dad had always talked about wanting to go Los Angeles and live there.
( “ It’d be great, Shin-chan ! We’ve already looked up the new house we’re going to live in, and besides Los Angeles is such an exciting place…! ” When he didn’t answer, his mother quieted down, the excitement she showed seconds ago replaced with concern when she saw his troubled face. “ Shin-chan ? What’s wrong ? You haven’t touched your dinner yet… ”
“ Shinichi. ” At the voice of his father, Shinichi glanced up silently, greeted by the fatherly smile Yusaku would give whenever his son was worried. “ If there’s something that troubles you, you know you can tell your parents, right ? ” A moment passed before he nodded a little, letting them know that he hadn’t forgotten. “ Then ? Will you tell us ? ”
No matter how much he tried to appear mature, he was still only 12 and thus wasn’t ready to live in a place he barely knew –– it had been hard to befriend kids at his age, and it’s even harder to think about leaving the few friends he’s managed to make ( when he thinks about it now, he can barely understand why he kept pretending to be aloof when truthfully, he wanted to be noticed just like every other kid. It seems silly to him now ). Besides… it felt too wrong to leave when…
“ … Do we really have to move ? ” )
He was aware that his dad’s work might have been the cause for the delay –– Yusaku consulting the police from time to time, despite that Shinichi knew his dad’s real job was creating thrilling crime stories –– but truthfully, that was only partially true. His parents had wanted to wait until he was a little above 12 of age, before he would start middle school.
Even though he knew it would eventually happen, it didn’t mean he was prepared for it.
“ Shin-chan, are you sure you won’t come with us ? ”
“ Mom, just go. I’ll be fine here. ” Yukiko looked too unsure of leaving her son behind, alone in the large manor and too far away from her. She shifted her attention, though, when a hand placed itself on her shoulder, Yusaku having come up to stand next to her.
“ Yukiko, I think we can trust him to take care of himself, and Shinichi’s already made up his mind. ” She was about to utter out a ‘but’, though the writer beat it to her with that reassuring smile of his, his palm gently squeezing her shoulder. “ Agasa will be with him and contact us, should anything happen, and besides, there will always be the option to visit him. ”
“ Mou… Alright then. You’re both so insistent. ” Yukiko didn’t look pleased with her arms moving to cross, the worried frown on her expression turning into a pout –– as soon as the words had left her, though, it meant she had relented in the end. “ But we’ll be visiting a lot, so we can make sure you’re doing well. ”
That was the day Shinichi started to see his parents less frequently, and while it wasn’t easy at the beginning, he managed by and slowly build up towards his dream on his own.
