... yeah. [ Fushimi doesn't sound entirely confident about it, because he isn't entirely sure that things are fine, but agreeing is easier when he can avoid eye contact and pretend like they aren't both embarrassed.

Maybe he shouldn't have said anything? He has no idea. Well -- better to say that he missed Yata than have Guren tell Yata, or something. Fushimi would straight up rather die than deal with that. ]

I did all your chores while you were gone, so you owe me.

It was still your turn.

[ He had to do it all by himself, which means it's... uh, it's actually not done all that great, honestly, he might have basically rolled up like a burrito in bed for a solid three days, but we don't discuss that. ]

So it's your job, now.

The fact that the house is still standing should shed light on that.

[ The answer is no, he didn't cook and he also barely ate, because it turns out nothing tastes as good when someone other than Yata makes it. He's been living off coffee and his own depression. ]

It's definitely your turn to cook.

...No. [ A beat, and then -- ]

But I'll eat, if you make something. [ What is 'hunger'? Fushimi doesn't think he's ever felt that in his entire life --

But if it's Yata's cooking, he'll eat. He missed the taste of Yata's weird cooking decisions, like pineapple in hot pot.

He might eat, like, an entire third of a plate, instead of just picking at a single fourth for half an hour. ]

[ Fushimi knowing if any food is back while Yata was gone involves Fushimi having actually, like, touched food, at all, while Yata was gone, which is a dangerous assumption to make when Fushimi's gross caloric intake is frequently in the negatives. ]

I wasn't... [ Paying attention? Eating? Functioning? ]

Maybe?

Your portions are always too big.

[ Honestly, Fushimi is consistently amazed by how much food Yata can shove into his mouth at any given time. Where does it all go? How can someone so tiny wind up eating SO MUCH FOOD?? He could practically go toe to toe with Kamamoto.

Okay, maybe he can't eat that much, but it feels like it in comparison to Fushimi's eating habits.

He sits down in the kitchen, regardless, looking bored. He at least tucks his hair back behind his ear -- it isn't quite his normal hairstyle, but the vague attempt makes him look a little less like a truck hit him. ]

[ Fushimi picks at the food, but he doesn't procrastinate on putting it in his mouth nearly as much as usual. Largely because he is, actually, pretty hungry, and more than that, there's a distinct emotional attachment to eating Yata's food that he can't exactly pretend isn't there.

He still doesn't finish the entire serving, and he carefully picks out a solid half of the vegetables, but listen. Listen. ]

It needs more meat.