Once more, it was a pleasant morning in the Kamisato Estate. Despite the fact that the festival that had been diligently planned out for weeks in advance was about to commence in the following days, the emotional grievances that came with the territory of event-planning never hung in the atmosphere, though you supposed that as an outsider, you would be blissfully unaware of such a presence anyhow.
While the birds outside greeted the daybreak in beautiful harmony, as they usually had, the kitchen had contributed to the melody with the pleasant ripples of boiling water... which was then followed by an ear-piercing whistle.
With a smile upon his lips, Thoma hummed a little tune of his own to drown out the kettle's obnoxious sounds-a humble, yet futile attempt at doing so-and nodded his head towards the direction of the cupboard nearby as a direct signal to you, which snapped you out of your state of observation.
"Do you mind grabbing down four teacups for me?"
"Of course, Thoma." you answered, but ended up pausing abruptly before your hand grasped onto the golden handle attached to the wooden door. "Wait... four?"
"Yes, four. One for you, me, my lord, and milady." Thoma replied, and it was clear from the tone in his voice that he had questioned your inquiry. Seconds later, a small, friendly laugh rang from his lips. "Oh, please don't tell me you've forgotten how to count!"
"Oh, no! I'm just surprised, that's all." you replied with a soft chuckle of your own, and you resumed retrieving the teacups, beginning to feel an odd sense of unease.
"Why, did you think we would forget about you? Hah, Y/N, we provide all of our esteemed guests with a cup of tea." Thoma said as he leaned against the counter, watching your movements with a careful eye, should you end up slipping. "Besides, even if that weren't the case, do you really believe I would let them forget about you?"
"I suppose not." you spoke quietly in response.
Against your will, your nerves sent you a warning cry in the form of trembling hands whilst you carried down the last teacup. Thoma's gaze drifted upon your unstable grasp around the porcelain handle, and as your eyes briefly met his, you had a feeling you shared a mutual guess as to why your body conspired with your nerves to betray your emotions.
"Hey, if you're still going to be uneasy around my lord, I can promise you he probably won't join us. He's probably still busy with the remaining preparations..." Thoma began softly, his voice trailing off as he poured the piping hot tea into the cups you dragged down with practiced precision. "Which means you can rest easy, right?"
You paused before answering, looking down at the counter as you were stuck in contemplation.
"Maybe so, but... no matter what happens, even if he does show up, I'll be alright."
One could only hope, at least.
"Oh, good." Thoma said as he sighed softly in relief, continuing to distribute the tea. "So how did yesterday go, anyways?"
"Well, it... could've been worse?" you mumbled as you tried to recount the events of yesterday. "After you left, we heard a commotion nearby caused by someone named Itto-do you know him?"
"Oh! Itto?" Thoma said as his eyes shone bright. "I mean, no, I haven't met him myself yet, but I know he's rather close with my lord."
"Oh, so he is? Huh..."
In all honesty, you were just surprised you were correct in your earlier assumption.
While you waited for Thoma's next set of instructions in regards of serving the tea, the sound of light, practiced footsteps rang nearby, and you and Thoma turn to see Ayaka walking into the kitchen, a soft expression on her face as remnants of her sleepiness lingered.
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Fanfiction"Why, don't you know that the longer the delay, the better the blessing?" Or, that was all the divine kitsune would ever say in response to Y/N's inquiries about just whoever the Yashiro Commissioner truly was, and when, or if, she would ever get to...
