Chapter Two : Being with Muichiro

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Y/n's PoV:

"Put away that smile of yours. Faking one will just get you hurt in the end." Muichiro blatantly stated. I went a bit wide-eyed. "How would you know if I'm faking a smile or not?" I asked him. "I can tell by the vibes you give off. Something punched a hole in your heart. And there's no way to refill the hole." He nonchalantly states, leaving me speechless. "Anyways we're here." Muichiro opens the door. It looked as if we were back at the Ubuyashiki Estate... "After you," Muichiro said as he held the door open for you. He closes the door behind us.

Muichiro's PoV

"There's food in the fridge if you want and if you're sleepy now, I can layout a futo-" before I could continue I was interrupted by y/n suddenly falling onto the ground. "Y/n?" I went down to check her pulse. She's sleeping... She can take my futon I guess. I'll just lay out a new one for myself. She must be exhausted. I did sense an aura of fatigue around her earlier... I carried her and laid her down comfortably on the futon. I just sat beside her, watching. I hope she has a nice sleep. Maybe I should make food for her when she wakes up... Wait. Why am I being so nice to her? I'm not usually this nice or thoughtful about anyone. Maybe it's because it's Oyakata-sama's request. Now that I remember I recalled him saying that y/n was precious to him. Maybe another child of his? I shouldn't be having to think this much. I head out to buy some food. 

!-And with the combined power of the Hashira, I present you a Time Skip-!

I got home a few hours later. Y/n was still asleep. She must be really tired. I got to the kitchen and put down the things I bought on the counter. Wait, do I have an extra Futon? I might. I forgot where I had put it last time. And that thought was enough for me to busy myself with looking for a futon. I looked in everywhere. From closets and cupboards to rooms that I knew I had some old stuff in. But there was no futon. It's alright then. I guess I can sleep on the floor. I refocused myself on the fact that I need to cook something for y/n since the evening was coming soon and we needed dinner. I guess I can just make rice and eggs.

Y/n's PoV

I woke up to the smell of food. The aroma had filled my scent. I stood up. I was in a futon? How did I get here? Muichiro must've carried me here... "Morning" I heard a voice behind me. I looked to see Muichiro in the kitchen. "Morning... Whatchu cooking.?" I asked him. "Eggs and rice. It makes a quick impromptu dish for dinner. Then you can either take a bath after the food or sleep. Whatever you prefer." He said monotonously. "Okay" I reply sleepily. "Hey y/n. Are you Oyakata-sama's child?" what...w h a t. My brain took a second to process what he just said. Then everything clicked in my head. "Oh, I'm not. My parents are just very close to Oyakata-sama and his wife. Speaking of Amane-san, I really want to see her. I haven't seen her for years." I explained cheerfully.  "Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding." Muichiro apologised. "No need to apologize! I can see why you'd mistaken me for his daughter. He treats me as if I am sometimes." "Welp. Dinner's ready."  I came over and sat down. He gave me a plate and sat down on the other side. "Itadakimasu," I said sleepily. We started eating. "Muichiro, not only does it look good, it tastes amazing," I said. He replied with a nod. Strangely enough, his cooking reminded me of my mother's cooking. It was just as flavourful. 

!-And with the power of Nichirin Breathing, I bring to you the second time skip-!

After Muichiro and I finished our food, I told him I was taking a bath. He told me where the towels were and that I should change into sleep clothing and I gave him an ok sign. Not much happened during the bath and got changed into a yukata. I looked for Muichiro and found him inside the bedroom. But something wasn't right. There was only one Futon.

"Muichiro. Where's your futon?"

A/n Hahaaa- next chapter's gonna be interesting-

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