Bones (K) 196
He studied her from across the kitchen. Watched her as she tiptoed around looking for the right size pot for whatever she planned on making them all for breakfast that morning. He thought she looked thin, the clothes on her back seemed larger than normal. He squinted. She also had bags under her eyes, a sign that she'd been overworking herself, again.
Ah, she's found the pot. He mentally counted the number of people at their home this morning: He, her, and Hakase, would be eating, of course, but they had three visitors crashing as well, too drunk to go home last night. Six people...and one of them is Genta…
He made his way across the room and reached his arms around Shiho, taking the pot away from her. Placing it down on the counter, he wrapped himself around her, measuring. No, that pot definitely won't do.
"You sit," he says in lieu of an answer to her questioning gaze. "I'll make breakfast today." She needs some meat on those bones.
Omake: Shiho lets him, forgetting that there isn't an ounce of kitchen talent in his body. She ends up taking everyone out for brunch.