Having just returned Tokiya heard a noise from the kitchen from the other side of the hall. It sounded like a lot of heavy things, some glass and… 'Haruka?'
He had turned down the hall, and headed for the kitchen at a rather quick pace wondering what the girl had gotten herself into this time. Had she been caught under the thing that had fallen? Clumsy as she could be he wouldn't have been surprised if that was the case, but Tokiya also thought he had heard glass as well as a few heavy things... Then there was the fact that she was in the kitchen in general, so if there was anything sharp in that mix. The idol's pace sped up as he absently he checked that he had his cellphone, and keys in case she would need to see a doctor.
"Nanami-san, is everything…" He started as he turned into the kitchen, Tokiya's voice trailed off when he saw inside.
Haruka was kneeling on a counter, a spice bottle in one hand the other holding fast to the cabinet as she twisted to look at the ground mournfully. She seemed fine enough, though her position on the counter looked a little precariously balanced. On the floor was a series of pots and pans that had fallen, likely accidentally kicked over by her foot, and a few glass bottles of spices that probably fell when she grabbed the cabinet.
That mournful gaze turned up to him, morphing into surprise at realizing that Tokiya was there at all. "Oh! Ichinose-san!"
Tokiya sighed, "Honestly…" He muttered entering the kitchen further, "What do you think you're doing Nanami-san?" He asked the composer.
She smiled sheepishly, starting to turn carefully so she was sitting on the counter facing him, "I was trying to make a carrot cake, but one of the spices was too high so I had to climb to reach it." She looked down like she was going to jump off, but paused as she realized her slippers had fallen off her feet.
Tokiya stopped on the far side of the mess on the floor, frowning at the girl, "That was incredibly reckless. What would we have done if you'd been caught under all of this and gotten hurt? Next time just call someone to help you."
Haruka ducked her head at his scolding, "I'm sorry Ichinose-san, I didn't mean to worry you." She apologized meekly.
A huffing sigh passed his lips before he carefully picked his way through the mess on the floor so that he was closer to the composer. "Really, I just can't leave you alone." He sounded a bit exasperated as he stopped and extended a hand towards her, watching the other's green gaze move between his hand and his face in confusion before she smiled a little.
"I'm sorry for all the trouble." She shifted forwards on the counter reaching out to take his offered hand before jumping towards him. Tokiya himself pulled their joined hands back to pull her in his direction, his other arm wrapping around her in a hold that would keep her up off the floor.
The idol gave a faint smile, and a hum, "I wouldn't call it trouble, Nanami-san."
Author's Note: This was actually originally written based off of a role play prompt that I had done where in Haruka had the problem of being too short to reach one of the baking spices she needed. She's a smol girl after all.
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