[As standoffish as she could be, the little container of natto she handed him was one of the nicest things she could have done. Carefully, he took it from her, examining the little cup with the plastic lid. It was such a small thing... but he suddenly understood why Ooyama had treasured the identical cup Hinata had given him all that time ago.]
[Maybe he was reading too far into the gesture--or not far enough--but this stupid little cup of natto was a gesture of utter selflessness on her part. She hated it, but she knew he'd like it and put his needs and desires before her own. He couldn't ignore that.]
Yurippe... [He managed a sad little smile, blinking back the sting of tears. Sometimes you forget that the best things are right in front of you.] ...thanks.
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[Maybe he was reading too far into the gesture--or not far enough--but this stupid little cup of natto was a gesture of utter selflessness on her part. She hated it, but she knew he'd like it and put his needs and desires before her own. He couldn't ignore that.]
Yurippe... [He managed a sad little smile, blinking back the sting of tears. Sometimes you forget that the best things are right in front of you.] ...thanks.