[There's the smallest tug in Kita's chest. Seeing Atsumu warm up like that. Almost... an unwinding. Relief that the plan's been accepted.]
Good. This way.
[By the time Atsumu finishes, they're walking up to a small blue house. The front scrubbed clean, flowers nodding up the walk. There are Better Home covers that would be jealous of this place.]
This is ours - I'm home.
[Called to an empty living room, as Kita unlaces his shoes.]
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Good. This way.
[By the time Atsumu finishes, they're walking up to a small blue house. The front scrubbed clean, flowers nodding up the walk. There are Better Home covers that would be jealous of this place.]
This is ours - I'm home.
[Called to an empty living room, as Kita unlaces his shoes.]