As Haruki drove past the local supermarket, he glanced at the storefront and slowed down briefly.
Hmm... maybe I should stop and pick up some groceries...
But then he smiled, fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel.
"No," he murmured to himself. "Better if I bring Kyouko along."
It wasn't just about buying food—it was the thought of walking the aisles beside her, letting her choose the ingredients, maybe even teasing her gently when she tried to reach for something on the top shelf. The way she smiled when he did those small things—it was addicting.
He continued driving, the engine humming as his thoughts drifted.
Tomorrow's schedule is free again, he remembered. Flexible, just like before.
His smile widened.
Maybe we should go somewhere. Just the two of us. Somewhere far enough that we can stay the night. A day and night of just us.
The thought made his blood stir.
