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When Hina woke up that morning to the smell of smoke, she immediately knew that it was Saturday.
She got dressed and stepped into the kitchen just in time to see her sighing father slide two pieces of nondescript black objects off a plate and into the trash. Had they been eggs? Pieces of toast? Bacon, perhaps? One would think that you'd be able to discern something from its general shape, but somehow her father's attempts at making breakfast all turned out looking the same. Lips twitching into a smile, Hina moved forward and leaned her elbows against the countertop, propping her chin in her hands. "Breakfast giving you trouble again?"
When she received a flat look in response, her smile only grew. "It's okay, dad, it's not like I'm much better." Not much better, but still arguably better, if only by a minuscule amount. She, at least, boasted a 40% no-burn rate, which was really quite respectable when it came to the Shiratori household. "Don't worry about it; I swung by the bakery after work last night and picked up some things, so you can help yourself to those for breakfast instead." She left the room in the midst of speaking, the volume of her voice increasing to compensate for the growing distance between them. "I'll try to pick up some ingredients for tomorrow morning on my way back--we can try to make that french toast we've been talking about for weeks!"
"Wait, on your way back from where?" Her father's voice, muffled by the walls, called back. "I didn't know you had plans today."
Hina returned a moment later to poke her head back into the kitchen, now donning a white jacket and a yellow bag that was slung over her shoulder. "I picked up a extra shift at one of my jobs this morning. I have the afternoon off though, and I'll be back to make and eat dinner with you before I have to head to the convenience store this evening."
As she predicted, her father's brows furrowed at her words, deep lines forming in his forehead. However, when he opened his mouth to voice his concerns, Hina was quick to move to his side press a kiss to his cheek. "Don't spend the whole day in front of the tv, okay? I'll be back in just a few hours."
There was a moment of silence, and it was broken by a heavy sigh that Hina knew to mean that she had won for now. Rather than voice the protest that had clearly been on the tip of his tongue, her father simply grabbed his cane and used it to steady himself as he walked her to the door. Hina was momentary distracted with staring at said cane, but her attention snapped back to her father's face when he spoke. "Don't stay out too late. Be careful, y'hear?" His tone was gruff, but the worry behind his words was evident.
Hina laughed, reaching out to give his free hand a gentle squeeze. "I hear you, I hear you. Don't worry, and I'll see you later, dad!" And with a flutter of her fingers, Hina was out the door.
She got dressed and stepped into the kitchen just in time to see her sighing father slide two pieces of nondescript black objects off a plate and into the trash. Had they been eggs? Pieces of toast? Bacon, perhaps? One would think that you'd be able to discern something from its general shape, but somehow her father's attempts at making breakfast all turned out looking the same. Lips twitching into a smile, Hina moved forward and leaned her elbows against the countertop, propping her chin in her hands. "Breakfast giving you trouble again?"
When she received a flat look in response, her smile only grew. "It's okay, dad, it's not like I'm much better." Not much better, but still arguably better, if only by a minuscule amount. She, at least, boasted a 40% no-burn rate, which was really quite respectable when it came to the Shiratori household. "Don't worry about it; I swung by the bakery after work last night and picked up some things, so you can help yourself to those for breakfast instead." She left the room in the midst of speaking, the volume of her voice increasing to compensate for the growing distance between them. "I'll try to pick up some ingredients for tomorrow morning on my way back--we can try to make that french toast we've been talking about for weeks!"
"Wait, on your way back from where?" Her father's voice, muffled by the walls, called back. "I didn't know you had plans today."
Hina returned a moment later to poke her head back into the kitchen, now donning a white jacket and a yellow bag that was slung over her shoulder. "I picked up a extra shift at one of my jobs this morning. I have the afternoon off though, and I'll be back to make and eat dinner with you before I have to head to the convenience store this evening."
As she predicted, her father's brows furrowed at her words, deep lines forming in his forehead. However, when he opened his mouth to voice his concerns, Hina was quick to move to his side press a kiss to his cheek. "Don't spend the whole day in front of the tv, okay? I'll be back in just a few hours."
There was a moment of silence, and it was broken by a heavy sigh that Hina knew to mean that she had won for now. Rather than voice the protest that had clearly been on the tip of his tongue, her father simply grabbed his cane and used it to steady himself as he walked her to the door. Hina was momentary distracted with staring at said cane, but her attention snapped back to her father's face when he spoke. "Don't stay out too late. Be careful, y'hear?" His tone was gruff, but the worry behind his words was evident.
Hina laughed, reaching out to give his free hand a gentle squeeze. "I hear you, I hear you. Don't worry, and I'll see you later, dad!" And with a flutter of her fingers, Hina was out the door.