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Mamoru takes a deep breath as he prepares for the war.
He had been training other times just for this very important mission!
He had his tools with him- His hands and eyes were all ready, and he had a bag to hold the treasure.
“Excuse me!”
Slipping through a crack between people, he makes it to the place.
It was definitely crowded, it was late and people wanted to get it over with and go back home to their loved ones.
He does, too, but he also has been preparing for this quest.
Many failures had hindered him before, but he had also learnt a lot through the years.
He had a good feeling about his bounty, though he could've been faster and avoided being late to what he wanted.
But all his training wasn't enough to say he had mastered it, of course not.
There was a trial by fire left.
Swallowing, he makes sure two -or maybe three- times that he's comfortable with his bounty.
And when he is, he parts away from the battlefield, looking for that beautiful light that has guided him through the years in his training.
“Kou-kun!”
“Mh?”
“I grabbed the potatoes! Is this okay?”
Koki puts down the can in the shopping cart before grabbing the bag, moving a few of them before putting them back in the bag.
He could hear his heart pounding, waiting for the result and-!
"Yes, this is fine. The cheese was at a good price, so I'm thinking of making a tart tomorrow. So go grab some onions too, please. Half should be sufficient.”
As if it was nothing, while talking, Koki closed the plastic bag on his hands with a small knot, and put it inside the shopping cart.
That meant…!
"Kou-kun!"
"What is it?”
“No, it's nothing!”
“Yes… I’ll go get the jam that Ryo asked me to pick, so go get the onions. And don't get lost on your way back.”
“I won't!”
“To which aisle I'm going?”
“To… Uh…”
“Yes?”
“Jam! You're getting jam for Ryo-kun!”
Koki laughs as he gives him a small head pat, before pushing the cart.
“Come on. After that we'll only have the snacks left. I'm sure you'll want to pick some new flavor?”
“And Ken-kun asked me to get him some chips!”
“Yes, yes. Go, Mamoru.”
“Yes!”
He can't help but grin as he repeats the same process again with some onions.
Koki always spotted easily the best options, letting him know of different tricks to do so, what to avoid and such. Despite his training, Koki always asked him to take out a few ones, staying with ‘the better ones’. But this time he had done it!
He finally managed to get a perfect kilogram of potatoes! That would be used for the meal preparation!
He couldn't wait for the moment that they go back home, and see him do so.
—o—
“Here you go. Be careful, they're still hot.”
“Yes~ Thank you, Kou-kun!”
“I'll serve the potatoes. Mamoru, do you want a serving?”
“Yes please!! I've been waiting all night to eat them!”
Perfectly cut in cubes, fried with the right amount of condiments to accompany the meat that was the star of the night and-
“Mamoru, why do you look so arrogant right now? It's pissing me off.”
"Hehe~ You see, Ryo-kun. I specially picked those potatoes!”
“Ryo, you want?”
“Yes, thank you. And? What makes it special?”
“Try them, Ryo-kun!”
Ryota looks at him skeptically, but eats a few in the meantime.
“They taste like normal potatoes. Delicious, because that's Kou's cooking, but normal potatoes.”
"No, no, Ryo-kun, you don't get it! I, Fujimura Mamoru, chose all of them! Kou-kun didn't have to change any!”
“What? Isn't that normal? Kou always lets me handle fruits and vegetables when we go shopping together.”
“K-Ken-kun…?!”
“It's the easiest job. You avoid the funny looking parts and that's it.”
“Uh… You don't have to be so mean…”
“I guess it is surprising that you can teach tricks to an old dog. Sorry, Mamoru. Congratulations!”
“A double attack!!”
“It was hot, but it's going to get cold if you wait this much.”
“Kou-kun!!!!”
“Yes?”
“Ken-kun and Ryo-kun are being mean!”
“...Yes?”
“Don't mind, Kou.”
“Kou, you want a serving of potatoes?”
“No, thank you.”
What.
“...”
“Ah~ Kou, you might've broken Mamoru's heart right now.”
“I could hear the perfect cracking noise, yes~”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
Seeing those blue eyes focused on him just makes him want to pout.
“You don't want potatoes, Kou-kun?”
“No, thank you. I rather focus on the meat and some rice.”
“...”
“W-Well, maybe you'll have better luck with fruits, Mamoru.”
“On the bright side, you dominated one of maaaany things you can learn to pick, Mamoru. Good luck in the future.”
“What are you all talking about? Start eating before it gets cold.”
“Yes! I'm starving!”
“Yes~”
“Yes…”