Inarizaki chugs along. Preparing for their next stage and the return of the two loudest players. Kita looks forward to that. Not the noise, but having their monsters again. It feels off-balance without them.

(Even though Osamu hasn't left. Their promise still a weight in Kita's hand.)

Finally, Sunday evening settles in with its rare peace. Kita's run, showered, cleaned. Only dinner is left. Simple, since his parents are out.

He lines up the ingredients. Then the tools, down to the serving bowl. Even the recommended spices are pre-measured. Set out on small folds of paper. No last-minute digging through drawers for Kita.