They arrived back at the house that night to find the curtains pulled shut; inside the room was dark and quiet.
Hizashi put a finger over his lips with a soft 'shh' before he walked into the living room. Obviously knowing from experience just where exactly his husband would be, his Papa knelt down in front of the couch and gently stroked a hand through Dad's hair.
"Hey sleepyhead." Zashi offered a smile as he watched Shouta lean in towards his warmth. "What were you thinking doing training with Tosh this morning?" The question wasn't charged or accusatory more teasing wrapped around a wish for him to consider against it the next time.
"I can't just be useless every time it flares." Shouta stated with a wince as he tried and failed to push himself upright, biting his tongue as he held back low cries of pain, pulling the blanket closer.
Hizashi adjusted the blanket over him before pressing a soft kiss to his husband's lips.
"Get some rest; I'll make you something to eat."
"You don't have to-."
"I'll help." Hitoshi spoke up.
Shouta smiled, already halfway asleep as he rested back against the pillows.
"What did I ever do to deserve you two?"
Walking into the kitchen Hizashi began opening cupboards to retrieve various packets before placing them on the counter and moving on to the fridge.
Hitoshi picked up one of them.
"What are we making?"
"Oyakodon, it's his favourite. You ever had it?"
He shook his head.
"Well I think we have everything in for it so you'll be able to try it out. D'you wanna' start cutting the chicken while I start on the broth and the rice?"
"Sure."
Cooking with Zashi felt so natural that Hitoshi felt almost homesick from being apart from his parents for the last few weeks. Plating up a bowl he grabbed his Father's set of chopsticks before heading into the living room.
Shouta was fast asleep.
He turned to Hizashi for guidance on what to do.
Papa walked closer and rested a hand in his husband's hair, stroking it gently until there was a soft groan and Shouta's eyes flickered open.
"You feeling any better?"
"A little." Dad sniffed. "Something smells good."
"We made you oyakodon." Hitoshi announced proudly, holding out the bowl and the chopsticks.
"You… you shouldn't have gone to so much trouble."
He accepted the food offering with a smile.
"But thank you."
Shouta shuffled into an upright position before he began eating.
"Is it good?" Hitoshi enquired.
The erasure hero nodded.
"You're a natural, Tosh."
He smirked.
"Surrrrre."
Zashi returned with the two remaining bowls.
"Did Toshi mention I'm taking him to the studio tomorrow to show him around?"
Shouta smiled.
"That'll be fun."
"I'm really excited." Hitoshi admitted honestly.
Jelly walked over clearly curious about the smell, hopping up onto the couch to sniff at Shouta's bowl. Dad welcomed the visitor, allowing her to huddle up under his arm and giving her a scratch under the chin.
"Toshi just fed you greedy guts, your food's in the kitchen." Zashi teased her.
"She's fine, she's just wants to give Daddy a hug, don't you sweetie?"
Jelly meowed rubbing her head against Shouta before curling up beside him.
Zashi rolled his eyes.
"Favouritism."
Hitoshi laughed.
