Not a chance. [ what kind of delivery boy worth his salt is late? not ichiro, which is where all of this started. his choice of extra employment isn't what puts the softness and affection in his voice, though--it was just a lucky chance, that they crossed paths.
and now this, ichiro with a bag from the pork cutlet house hanging off of his wrist as he opens the door and toes out of his shoes. there's a sense of domesticity to his -- ] Hey, I'm home. [ because he meant for the 'tadaima' to come out teasing, but it mostly sounds disgustingly gooey instead, like he's realized that saying that implies a bunch of things about their relationship (which is exactly what happened.)
now that he's managed to embarrass himself a little, ears red, ichiro ducks his head and shucks his trademark headphones to hang on a coat hook, then trots over towards the kitchen like...well, like this place is home. ]
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and now this, ichiro with a bag from the pork cutlet house hanging off of his wrist as he opens the door and toes out of his shoes. there's a sense of domesticity to his -- ] Hey, I'm home. [ because he meant for the 'tadaima' to come out teasing, but it mostly sounds disgustingly gooey instead, like he's realized that saying that implies a bunch of things about their relationship (which is exactly what happened.)
now that he's managed to embarrass himself a little, ears red, ichiro ducks his head and shucks his trademark headphones to hang on a coat hook, then trots over towards the kitchen like...well, like this place is home. ]