[Aran's visited a couple of times. That's it. Which must explain the mental lurch Kita feels. Seeing Atsumu here. It's just... odd. Seeing that familiar stance in a house, instead of the court.

Kita shakes it off. Smiles.]

Thank you.

This way. Oh, my parents probably won't be home while we're here.

[So no worry about witnesses?

The kitchen is bright, airy, and spotless. Of course. Except it doesn't feel sterile - Just ready. Surfaces clear, pans gleaming. Primed for any task ahead.]

What would you like to start with - Rice? Or noodles?