[... Hopefully, by the end of the date, they'll hold hands. Maybe even he'll be brave enough to kiss Kita's cheek.]
No promises.
[He teased right back, smiling]
Maybe I want to feed you.
[And here they are. At the picnic table where The Noodle Incident happened, he ripped his jeans when he and Atsumu tried to kill each other, and everyone ended up with cold soba on them.]
So, what flavor juices did you bring. [He sits and looks at Kita expectantly.]
Kita finally has a name for this state. He's flustered. Has to take an intentional breath, the way he does before some games. It's all right. He's never practiced this, but isn't that what dates are for?
[Kita's hardly a picky eater. Would have been happy with whatever came out of the cooler.
But this is specific. For him. Because, in passing, he mentioned liking Tuna Mayo. It's a strange feeling. Being the focus of observation. Kita's not quite sure what to do with it.
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I- uh. Yeah. Let's.
[Should they hold hands? This IS a date. Maybe. He gives his head a shake, then falls into step with Kita.]
So, I was thinking about eating at the picnic table by the pond, near the willow. You know, the one where The Noodle Incident happened.
[Maybe that wasn't the best thing to bring up just now.]
But if you want to eat someplace else, that's cool.
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Maybe they can work up to it.]
Of course. As long as no one ends up wearing the food?
[There's a small smile. Teasing's still okay, right? That day was ridiculous.]
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No promises.
[He teased right back, smiling]
Maybe I want to feed you.
[And here they are. At the picnic table where The Noodle Incident happened, he ripped his jeans when he and Atsumu tried to kill each other, and everyone ended up with cold soba on them.]
So, what flavor juices did you bring. [He sits and looks at Kita expectantly.]
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[Feeding like that. Romantically.
Kita finally has a name for this state. He's flustered. Has to take an intentional breath, the way he does before some games. It's all right. He's never practiced this, but isn't that what dates are for?
This is practice.
Steadied, he lines up the drinks for inspection.]
Matcha, melon, grape, and apple.
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Melon, please.
[He opens his cooler and hands a large onigiri that had tuna mayo filling over to Kita.]
Here you go.
[He pulls out a plain one for himself.]
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Thanks for the food.
[- He takes the first bite. Eyes going wide.]
You made...
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[He takes a bite of his own.]
I've been making these since I was little. First thing I helped my mom make when I was six.
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[Kita's hardly a picky eater. Would have been happy with whatever came out of the cooler.
But this is specific. For him. Because, in passing, he mentioned liking Tuna Mayo. It's a strange feeling. Being the focus of observation. Kita's not quite sure what to do with it.
Except keep eating.]
It's really good, Osamu!