Chapter 3

The faint clatter of porcelain bowls and chopsticks echoes through the sun-dappled space, mingling with the warm, sweet aroma of Gastran starfruit curry. Alto sets down the last container with delicate precision—only for Shizuku to sneak up behind him, arms loosely curled around his waist.

Alto:
Not now. I'm plating.

Shizuku:
(smirking)
Exactly why now is perfect.

Alto:
You want starfruit curry on the ceiling?

Shizuku:
You say that like it’s a threat.

In one swift motion, Alto elbows Shizuku in the ribs—gentle, but precise. Shizuku grins and slides to the side, catching Alto’s wrist with a playful grip.

Shizuku:
You’re faster than I remember.

Alto:
(rolling his eyes)
We spar three times a week, Shizuku.

Shizuku:
But you only weaponize cooking on Sundays.

Alto tries to dodge, but Shizuku lunges in with exaggerated drama, lifting him halfway off the floor in a gentle bear hug.

Alto:
(gasping)
Put me down, you walking tidepool!

Shizuku:
Say you love me first.

Alto:
(trying not to laugh)
Put me down.

Shizuku:
Say it~

Alto:
Fine! I love you, now let go before you steam the rice with your breath!

Shizuku laughs and sets him down, stealing a kiss on the cheek before backing away with a mock bow.

Across the room, at the edge of the kitchen table, Lily leans with her arms folded, eyes closed, a soft smile on her face.

Lily:
(muttering)
Disgustingly domestic…
(pause)
…but I guess I don’t mind it.

She opens one eye, watching them fondly.

Lily:
Just don’t break anything before I eat.

Shizuku:
No promises.

Alto:
You break one dish and you’re cleaning the shrine tomorrow.

Shizuku:
…Never mind. Promise.