[Gosh, there he goes again. That's like his bad habit. Hinata reaches over to lightly flick his fingers against the bangs that cover up Komaeda's happy face, hiding it from him. He just watches him for a moment out of his periphery, smiling, before he has to look back at the pan.
Humming, he keeps on cooking.]
You've got it, [he assures him. He wants to make sure he'll have it later, too. For a long time.]
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Humming, he keeps on cooking.]
You've got it, [he assures him. He wants to make sure he'll have it later, too. For a long time.]