[Kamen Rider Ex-Aid] are grateful for each passing day

Titel: are grateful for each passing day
Fandom: Kamen Rider Ex-Aid
Pairing: Houjou Emu / Kujou Kiriya
Words: 259
Completed: 2019/03/08
Misc: –

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Emu was an okay-ish cook; not clumsy enough to cut himself as soon as he handled a knife, but still far from a self-taught master chef. Nevertheless, he was able to cook day-to-day meals; plain seasoning, average taste, no use of any decorations aka just the right amount of skill (and effort) for a person who had lived by oneself.

Now imagine the look on the coroner’s face once he entered their living room, the dining table covered in dishes which rivaled a five-course meal and could easily fill a whole family, kids included. In all honesty, Kiriya was left dumbstruck; his lips forming a shy smile, which he quickly tried to cover up with his hand. The older man could tell at a glance that every single meal in front of him was homemade. Uneven shapes, a few burnt places here and there and a clumsy set-up. But the coroner would bet his second chance at life that all this food in front of him tasted more delicious than anything he had ever eaten so far (and probably will ever eat).

“Is it now my turn to ask What did you do this time?” Kiriya joked (partly to hide his embarrassment), remembering the fancy breakfast he had once prepared after a certain incident which included Emu’s favorite and now forever lost t-shirts.

“One more word and you can kiss this-“, Emu pointed at the table “-goodbye.”

Someone was obviously not in the mood for jokes. Understandably so, given the time and effort that must have gone into this feast.

“Oww, don’t be like that, Emu! You really went out of your way, didn’t you?”

“Well, it’s Christmas soon, so…” The timer in the kitchen couldn’t have gone off at a better timing; indicating whatever was in the oven (probably dessert?) was finished.

Figures, huh.

This season was still a touchy subject, more so for Emu than the affected person himself. They always say it’s harder on those left behind, didn’t they?

“Oh, and Kiriya-san?” Halfway to the kitchen, Emu turned around, the timer for the oven was still beeping in the background.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being alive.”