Miki Kashiwagi had taken to dropping by the Togenashi Togeari household for dinner every few days recently. Calling it dinner was a bit of a stretch, as it really meant coming over to provide free labor for five grown women who were either hopelessly spoiled and lazy when it came to cooking or completely useless in the kitchen—the kind who wouldn't even chip in for groceries.
Part of it was simply worrying that Nina's throat would get ruined. Coming here also kept Tomoka from blundering in and randomly buying things that would wreck Nina's vocal cords. Besides, trying to talk about nutritional science and the effects of irregular eating habits on intracellular and extracellular osmotic pressure with this bunch was a lost cause; he might as well just watch a movie with Subaru to pass the time anyway. He still owed her one from last time, and he hadn't found the right moment to make good on it.
Still, it wasn't his first time cooking for Togenashi Togeari, so it felt neither awkward nor overly embarrassing. Miki unbuttoned the patterned collar of his tailored shirt in Italian fashion, rolling up cuffs secured by agate buttons. His prominent Adam's apple, collarbones, and the faint blue veins on his forearms radiated an explosive masculine energy while maximizing ventilation.
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