Heartstrings & Homeruns | Kenji Sato

CHAPTER 10

Chapter Ten: Unveiling Shadows from the Past

Kenji and I eventually rolled out of bed, and the lazy morning turned into a productive, relaxed day. Kenji's energy seemed renewed, and he suggested we make lunch together. I couldn’t help but feel excited—cooking with Kenji sounded like a fun and intimate way to spend the rest of the day.

We moved to the kitchen, and Kenji took charge, pulling out various ingredients and setting them on the counter. I watched with interest as he began chopping vegetables and prepping meat.

“What are we making?” I asked, curious.

“Japanese curry,” Kenji replied with a grin. “It’s a family recipe. I used to cook it with my parents when I was younger.”

I was intrigued. “Really? That sounds wonderful. I’d love to learn more about it.”

Kenji’s face lit up with nostalgia as he continued working. “Yeah, it’s a recipe that’s been passed down through generations. My parents taught me how to make it, and it became one of my favorite dishes. It always reminds me of home.”

He started sautéing onions and garlic, the aroma quickly filling the kitchen. I could see the care he took in preparing each step, his movements practiced and confident.

“Do you mind if I help?” I offered, moving closer to the counter.

“Of course,” Kenji said, handing me a knife. “I could use an extra set of hands.”

Together, we worked side by side, chatting about everything from our favorite foods to our childhood memories. As we added ingredients and stirred the curry, Kenji shared stories of his family, his eyes bright with fond memories.

Once the curry was simmering, Kenji set the table and we waited for it to finish cooking. The anticipation grew as the delicious scents wafted through the air.

Finally, Kenji ladled the curry over bowls of rice and placed them in front of us. I took a bite, and the flavors exploded in my mouth—rich, savory, with a hint of sweetness that made it utterly comforting.

“This is incredible,” I said, my eyes wide with delight. “I’ve never had curry like this before.”

Kenji smiled, clearly pleased. “I’m glad you like it. It’s a dish that’s meant to bring people together, and I’m happy to share it with you.”

I took another bite, savoring the complex flavors. “It’s more than just a dish; it’s a piece of your history. I feel honored to try it.”

Kenji’s expression softened, and he looked at me with warmth. “Thank you. It means a lot to me that you appreciate it.”

We continued eating, enjoying the meal and each other’s company. The kitchen was filled with our laughter and conversation, making the simple act of cooking together feel even more special.

While we continued to eat, Kenji leaned back in his chair, a satisfied look on his face. “I’m glad we had this time together. It’s nice to be able to share something so personal with you.”

I reached over and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Me too. This day has been perfect.”

Kenji smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Here’s to more days like this—full of good food, great company, and wonderful memories.”