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“Thank you.”
The sudden appreciation comes as a surprise to Yuki as he pauses in the middle of sewing something small for one of the others as a gift.
He raises a brow and looks at him. “What for?”
Omi smiles at him and keeps stirring the ladle in the pot as he hums for a moment, looking into the dinner for tonight. “For coming up with that. It was… quick. For one of our first meetings.”
He scoffs as his hands continue its work again. “Well, it’s not wrong.”
A heavy beat of silence falls between them as Omi stirs his words around. “…It was wrong at some point.”
Yuki stops again.
They’re the only ones in the lounge right now and no doubt someone will be in and out as Mankai is always a moving, bustling body full of various characters. Yuki is one of these characters of course and so is Omi. None of them fit in a carefully labeled box, always sticking out awkwardly in some way that makes it difficult to stack more onto.
But that isn’t a bad thing.
To be contained is not something Yuki is very fond of. He makes a statement, both with his words and with his apparel. It’s not wrong—
“It’s just right.” Yuki looks at him and waits until Omi is looking at him to continue. “Calling you mom fits. You’re caring and patient, kind too. You take care of us like a mom would.”
Omi’s expression changes subtly, sadly almost. “That period in my life—“
“Was a small blip. And who’s to say that you weren’t caring and kind then? You cared for your gang then and you care for us now. So what if it didn’t fit exactly as how it should be? It’s not like you did what you did for no reason.”
“…I suppose that’s true.”
Yuki scoffs and goes back to sewing. “Of course it’s true.”
Omi’s smile becomes more relieved. “Thank you…”