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A series of related, semi-canon compliant works
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Satoru felt like he was losing his mind. The kids had plenty of money, Satoru made sure of it, but they were kids. They didn’t know how to meal prep or plan or pick out aesthetically pleasing radishes. They knew how to buy goofy and colorful convenience store bentos which was honestly better than Satoru knew so who was being a shitty caretaker and not feeding their kids right now, huh?
Around the sixth week of produce madness with the Fushiguros, Satoru decided to switch it up.
Monday night, Satoru came straight from his mission, take-out and a stack of movies in hand. He stayed all night, sleeping on the couch with one eye on the door.
Nothing.
The next week, he came by on Tuesday.
Wednesday, the next.
Satoru ran through the days of the week in rapid succession and then, seven weeks later, when he had nothing to show for it but a mysterious bunch of chives and two pounds of grapes in the fridge, he stepped up his game. Cleared out the spare bedroom full of unopened moving boxes and bought a proper bed for himself. Better sheets, blankets, and furniture for the kids. Enough clothes to supply their elementary school. Premium cookware, in a fit of passive-aggressive snark.
Two nights one week. Three the next.
Then, the week after, Satoru stared dumbfounded as Nanami Kento unlocked the front door of the apartment he might technically be living in now—if one were to consider things like how many nights were spent in a bed over where the mail was delivered—and waltzed right in with a bag full of prissy-looking produce from the farmer’s market.
Satoru knew it. “I knew it.”
“You absolutely did not know it,” Nanami said, tucking his keys back into his pocket and heading straight for the kitchen.
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The absolute tomfoolery and shenanigans and it’s funny
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