"What are you doing?" The woman, who apparently was his wife now, ask bewildered by his actions.
"¿What does it look like, you oaf?" Kira would have liked to say, but decide to keep it to himself, as he served dinner for both of them, and then sat down, ready to cut his nails.
"Since when do you even know how to cook? And what's with the 2 plates? Wait, you actually want me to eat it?" The woman said in a mocking tone, as she sat down.
"And quit cutting your nails! Didn't you cut them yesterday anyways?"
"Shit"
"Hmm… Wait… This is really good!"
Kira remained seated, staring with anxiety at his nails, not paying attention to what the woman kept blabbering about. Kira was in a very complicated situation. His wife had thankfully forgotten about him cutting his nails with his cooking, but the more important details would still be a huge problem. He had virtually no idea who was this man, apart from his name and where he worked after checking his wallet. On the way home, Kira had already begun to notice his first major problem: Kosaku's shoes were too small for him. And not only that, but there were even bigger problems: Was Kosaku allergic to some type of food? Did he frequent any establishments? Did he have any friends? And if so, what were their names? So many questions, all which could potentially give him away, and little to no answers.
No matter, he was Kira Yoshikage, and this small setback would hinder him. But for now, he supposed he would have to have dinner with his wife.
"Huh. It seems that you actually know how to do something else than complaint. When did you even learn how to cook this good?"
"This is bad"
"Back in college."
"College? As if! All I ever saw you cook was ramen and microwave food when I came over. Do you think I'm an idiot?!"
"This is really bad"
"Huh. I have no recollection of it. Anyway, I must go to my studio. I have work to finish." Kira said as he picked up his plate and got up. He had already fucked up enough, and it would be better to avoid for the time being any other opportunity to screw himself even more.
"Yeah, whatever. Do what you want." His wife muttered with resentment.
Latter…
After some time his studio, he learned some more vital information about his current predicament. The woman downstairs, who was indeed his wife, was named Shinobu Kawajiri. It also appeared from their previous conversation that Kosaku and Shinobu did not get along well. Kira was not entirely sure on how he would handle the situation, and his lack of social knowledge did not help matters either. For the time being, he would act civil with her until he could learn more about Kosaku and Shinobu, but if things went for the worse (although he rather avoid that), he could just simply "dispose" of her, and make it seem like another of Morioh's mysterious disappearances.
"Hayato! Come down! Your father made dinner!"
"Yes, mother."
"Mother… Wait, mother!?"
Kira turned around, seeing a small boy walking down the hallway.
"Well, this is turning out to be even more complicated than I thought.."