マーケット行こうぜー
kanenonaruki
Kuramochi breathed in slowly at the fresh air of the countryside as he stepped off the train, knowing the exact path that he had to take. It was all really nostalgic, he had to think. The place he grew up with his family and still visited, lush grass fluttering in the breeze as it rest upon rolling hills. It was all too familiar, sometimes, and it always surprised him that he knew the exact way to where he used to play baseball and the familiar home of the man he used to call coach.
Why he was the one that was called out for baby sitting duty? He didn’t know.
The brunette just walked, shoes crunching under the gravel of a path he hadn’t walked since he was a kid, stopping only at a front door to knock on it.
Babysitting at the farmer’s market, huh? he thought to himself as he waited for an answer, hands shoved in his pockets.
Could be worse.