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April rolled in holding hands with a glowing sun. The sky looked brighter, wind lighter and laughs heartier—Aerum turned her calendar to a new page, a new month, a new beginning. April 1st, she draws a heart around it.
Southern all star's (her mom's favorite rock band) 'my dear ellie' plays through the speaker as she tosses the omelette up before turning it around on the sizzling pan. Humming along the familiar music she swiftly pours the leftover miso soup from the previous night's dinner into the breakfast bowl before placing the cooked tamagoyaki beside it on the platter.
"Good morning princess," He greets in his morning voice—its vibrations lightening fireworks all over her skin—and she could practically hear that mischievous grin on his face. She feels his body shuffling closer to her before his hand comes resting down on the kitchen counter a mere inches away from her waist. "Cooking hm?"
"Shut up. It's not for you." She sasses pushing him away effortlessly carrying two platters on her palms as if she just got out of charmschool. Haruto follows her lead closely like a puppy.
"Really?" He quirks his left eyebrow up, that smile never leaving his face.
"Really." And god Aerum loves the dramatic fall of his facial expressions as she serves the second platter to Bob on the small dining table before taking a seat herself all while Haruto stands over her head gawking down at her.
"You've got to be kidding me." The blonde only stuffs her mouth full in response. He scoffs before dragging a chair from across right beside her and sitting down. "Guess I'll be eating with you then,"
"No."
"Oh yes. You'll be feeding me with your own hands love," He smiles slyly resting his face down on his right palm staring at her. "Ahh~"
"Haruto," Her face curls up in disgust, "You've got to be shitting me right now." He only opens his mouth wider in response with an ear-deafening "Ahhhhh~" like a toddler. The tips of his ears are tinted pink, Aerum notices, as she unwillingly puts a mouthful of tamagoyaki in his mouth.
Bob hisses with displeasure sideyeing the couple.
Tired, is his only thought as he jumps down the table to his comfort person (a kuromi soft-toy) on the couch. He purrs and purrs ranting and explaining just how ignored he has been feeling since eight in the morning, how his self-proclaimed hashtag badass mom has been a flustered mess ever since this Naruto dude barged in through the window last night and how they dozed off mid-conversation—their backs against the bean bag and Naruto's head on Aerum's shoulder like some romance opera. Tired, is his only thought as he nibbled onto kuromi's ear sulking.
"Y'know Aerum," Haruto's voice booms into Bob's ear and he wishes to lose his ability of hearing, "You are such a terrible chef I wanna kiss those awful hands of yours."
