fully yours | t. muichiro ✓

chapter 32

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When the fuck did I go to sleep again? It's like the days are blurring together. But I can hear distant voices outside my room, familiar ones.

So, I get out of bed and walk into the main room.

Wait a damn minute.

"How?!" Yuichiro yelled. "How the fuck did a little tween beat me at shogi?!"

"Suck it, loser!" Makomo laughed.

"Get over here!" My brother chased after Makomo, seeming to be slower on purpose.

Y/N's laughing in the corner and then notices me, waving happily. "Muichiro, you're up!" She pats a spot on the couch next to her, which I take without a second thought.

She loops an arm around me as she watches the two of them run around. I should probably do the same. I won't hurt her. I won't hurt her.

I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. "You're so perfect." I whine.

Makomo yelps as soon as Yuichiro picks her up, swinging her around as she kicks and laughs. "Put me down, dumbass! Put me down!"

Y/N chuckles softly, combing a hand through my hair. "We're gonna have an off day today. Just to get our mind off of everything. Will that be alright?"

"As long as I get to spend it with you, I'm good." I mumble.

The two others seem to be play-fighting. Makomo's dragging Yuichiro by the ponytail. "What a flop."

"What the fuck is a flop?! I don't get these kids' language these days." He frowns as he slaps her hand off. "I don't get how you beat a master at shogi like me."

"Master? More like a dumbass." She mocked.

Y/N just laughed at the spectacle. "I think I'm gonna start making breakfast. It's already late."

"Wait for me!"

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"No fucking way we're eating fermented soybeans for breakfast." I frown.

"They're not that bad, dumbass." Makomo mixes her chopsticks in the small dish, the beans seeming to go from a darker hue to a lighter one. "Try it."

I take the chopsticks from her and hold the dish closer to me, pulling the beans and watching as the white, sticky strings attached to them came along as well. "I have never understood how people eat this."

"Muichiro." Y/N warns. "It's not proper to play with your food."

"It's the damn strings!" Yuichiro laughs. "Just eat it!"

Before I can react, Y/N grabs the chopsticks and shoves the beans into my mouth. "I feel like I'm about to throw up..." Definitely an acquired taste.

I reluctantly swallow the dish, chugging down the glass of water next to me as I watch my girlfriend busy herself with a pot of soup. She always makes the grandest dishes. Because Yuichiro and I live alone, we never really bother with making a nutrition-rich breakfast.