A/N: Oh, God, it's been almost six months since I wrote this one. I was going to add more to it but it just kinda slipped my mind and now I can't be bothered.
As If Nothing Is Wrong
"Where are you going?"
Yoite didn't utter a thing in response, his back facing the young boy. Miharu sighed, tired but patient. "Be back soon, okay?" he said, as if Yoite was just making a simple trip to the market. I'll be waiting for you.
Again, Yoite was silent as he took a step away from the house. And so, Miharu solemnly watched his best friend walk away, not knowing whether he would ever see him alive again.
Miharu cooked dinner that night.
There hadn't been much for him to do that day except run a few errands for his grandmother and do some work around the shop, so he had begun preparations for the evening meal earlier than usual and laboured over it for the next several hours. Arranging two plates and laying both dishes out on the table, he was ready to eat. There was just one thing missing.
He was leisurely taking off his green apron when he heard the front door open. "Welcome back," he greeted without turning to face the visitor—he didn't need to look to see who it was. "Dinner's on the table. Help yourself; I'll be there in a moment."
Yoite didn't argue; didn't question. He simply took a seat and began to eat.
It was as if nothing had happened that day. Just an ordinary day.
And they were both happy to leave it that way.
A/N: The next chapter will be what Yoite was doing during the middle of this chapter, featuring Raikou and his awesome driving skills. I would've put the two together but I wanted to keep my pattern of a chapter of angst, then humour, then angst, etc. So please bear with me, my short chapters and my slow updates.
