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Back home. Fuyu fulfilled Fushimi's expectations by standing in front of the entrance. His father hugged him immediately after turning the knob. Fuyu was surprised, because behind Fushimi's back there was Hiro standing with two cups of freshly brewed warm coffee. The man smiled faintly at him and said "Welcome…" as Fuyu stepped inside.
Fushimi was too happy. He brought Fuyu's bag and even told Hiro to drag his suitcase up to the room so he wouldn't be too tired after the trip.
"Father, please, the carriage only took half an hour to get here," Fuyu begged. But Fushimi just smiled, sat him on a lunch chair, then arranged a special portion for himself.
Excessive. Because Fushimi was so happy, Hiro was ignored. But instead of being jealous, the man also spoiled her this time. He stood up to get Fuyu homemade Omiyage. Fuyu was silent on the spot with hot cheeks.
"Okay, enough. Thank you dad. Thank you Uncle."
"Welcome, Fuyu," said Fushimi. They started their lunch in silence. Fuyu was actually awkward, but she also didn't know what to say.
Hiro suddenly spoke up, "Is my cooking good?" he asked.
"Em, delicious," said Fuyu. Then cleared his throat slowly. "Uncle really cooked all this himself?" he asked.
"Yeah, is that weird?" Hiro asked. "Your father can't cook."
"Hiro, are you here just to get my son's attention and embarrass me?" said Fushimi annoyed.
"Um, no. I like Uncle's cooking," said Fuyu. "Thank you. Even though I usually cook in this house for Dad."
"Ah..." Hiro sighed. "Am I interfering with your role in this house?"
"Not really," said Fuyu. He then looked Hiro straight in the eye with a faint smile. "Next time let's cook together for Dad."
Hiro and Fushimi looked at each other, then smiled at each other in relief. "Of course. Anytime you want, Uncle is ready."