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Haruki traversed the hall; The morning light breaking through the blinds, guiding his path as he wiped the nights curse from his eyes. His stature swayed under the force of a long nights sleep as he stretched, an obnoxious yawn echoing as his senses returned. A gentle breeze carried the scent of food that filled his nostrils, his stomach rumbling in delight. He stopped balancing himself against the wall. How was it possible that someone was cooking when... His thought was broken off as a hum faintly rang from the kitchen, edging Haruki onwards on his journey. Haruki entered the kitchen and peered around, freezing in surprise.
A tall woman stood in front of the oven, her back turned to the door, humming a tune that Haruki could only remember from his childhood. The woman danced across the room, her tone like an unstoppable force of positivity. Her long hair flicked from side to side as she went about making food.
"M...mom?" Haruki spluttered,shuffling himself towards the table.
The woman turned her head to peer at him over her glasses, her voice singing out in a melodic tone "Good morning Sweet Pea." she smiled joyfully before turning her head back to the counter. Like a ballerina she span on the spot, a plate in each hand as she strutted to the table; Haruki sitting down as she proceeded.
He looked down at the breakfast she had prepared. It had been so long since his mother had been home for the morning and seeing her felt like a burden being lifted from his soul. He looked back up at his parent. Her back was turned once more as she picked out cutlery.
"No... work this morning?" He questioned, concern in his voice as thoughts ran through his head.
"Aww" She giggled softly, "My little Hiro, After such a convention? I thought id spend some time with you; You must of missed your mumsy.I was going to say hello last night but you didn't reply so i guessed you were...AGH!". Turning back his mother gasped, dropping the knives and forks, a loud clatter shattering his ears. Dread latched to him as he came up with reason for his mothers surprise, turning his head and slowly opening his bolted eyes.
As he had feared; Sayori stood in the door half asleep, her shirt hanging off her shoulder in a lazy fashion. Haruki watched the two exchange glances; blinks from Sayori and a stare from his mother.
Moments felt like hours as he waited for a response. His mother shrieked, her eyes enlarging and sparkling like stardust.
"Oooohhhh!" Her voice rang like a chime, "My little soldiers becoming a man!!!". Hastened steps soon brought them face to face, his mother towering over her. She squatted to get to face level, taking her hands and cupping them in her own. Haruki groaned as his mother inspected her, Clear fluster written all over the face of the young maiden.
"Aren't you the sweetest little thing! So cute" His mother gently brushed a tuft of her fringe aside, She paused for a moment. Her expression went blank, clearly deep in thought before lighting up.
"MOM DONT YOU DARE!" Haruki raised his voice, knowing the woman's intent.
But it was too late; "Were you two being naughty last night? Did you make sure he wore protection? Or are you wanting a child?..." Haruki leapt from his seat and stepped between them, staring daggers at his mother.
"MOM!" he yelled; a frail attempt at hiding his embarrassment as his voice cracked. "Y..y..You didn't even ask her name first!"
His mother flicked her head back, placing a finger gently against her lips, "I didn't?"

Description
Haruki traversed the hall; The morning light breaking through the blinds, guiding his path as he wiped the nights curse from his eyes. His stature swayed under the force of a long nights sleep as he stretched, an obnoxious yawn echoing as his senses returned. A gentle breeze carried the scent of food that filled his nostrils, his stomach rumbling in delight. He stopped balancing himself against the wall. How was it possible that someone was cooking when... His thought was broken off as a hum faintly rang from the kitchen, edging Haruki onwards on his journey. Haruki entered the kitchen and peered around, freezing in surprise.
A tall woman stood in front of the oven, her back turned to the door, humming a tune that Haruki could only remember from his childhood. The woman danced across the room, her tone like an unstoppable force of positivity. Her long hair flicked from side to side as she went about making food.
"M...mom?" Haruki spluttered,shuffling himself towards the table.
The woman turned her head to peer at him over her glasses, her voice singing out in a melodic tone "Good morning Sweet Pea." she smiled joyfully before turning her head back to the counter. Like a ballerina she span on the spot, a plate in each hand as she strutted to the table; Haruki sitting down as she proceeded.
He looked down at the breakfast she had prepared. It had been so long since his mother had been home for the morning and seeing her felt like a burden being lifted from his soul. He looked back up at his parent. Her back was turned once more as she picked out cutlery.
"No... work this morning?" He questioned, concern in his voice as thoughts ran through his head.
"Aww" She giggled softly, "My little Hiro, After such a convention? I thought id spend some time with you; You must of missed your mumsy.I was going to say hello last night but you didn't reply so i guessed you were...AGH!". Turning back his mother gasped, dropping the knives and forks, a loud clatter shattering his ears. Dread latched to him as he came up with reason for his mothers surprise, turning his head and slowly opening his bolted eyes.
As he had feared; Sayori stood in the door half asleep, her shirt hanging off her shoulder in a lazy fashion. Haruki watched the two exchange glances; blinks from Sayori and a stare from his mother.
Moments felt like hours as he waited for a response. His mother shrieked, her eyes enlarging and sparkling like stardust.
"Oooohhhh!" Her voice rang like a chime, "My little soldiers becoming a man!!!". Hastened steps soon brought them face to face, his mother towering over her. She squatted to get to face level, taking her hands and cupping them in her own. Haruki groaned as his mother inspected her, Clear fluster written all over the face of the young maiden.
"Aren't you the sweetest little thing! So cute" His mother gently brushed a tuft of her fringe aside, She paused for a moment. Her expression went blank, clearly deep in thought before lighting up.
"MOM DONT YOU DARE!" Haruki raised his voice, knowing the woman's intent.
But it was too late; "Were you two being naughty last night? Did you make sure he wore protection? Or are you wanting a child?..." Haruki leapt from his seat and stepped between them, staring daggers at his mother.
"MOM!" he yelled; a frail attempt at hiding his embarrassment as his voice cracked. "Y..y..You didn't even ask her name first!"
His mother flicked her head back, placing a finger gently against her lips, "I didn't?"