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A Loser's Just a Learner on His Way to Better Things [Feb. 26th, 2016|07:09 pm]
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"I'm not worried," Ryouma said. He was beginning to enjoy himself. "I got dorayaki out of it." And nobody's parents had ever thought him fit dating material, before. Not that he'd ever met anyone's parents, or wanted to, but—

But he'd liked the elder Shiranui-san, which surprised him. There was nothing in that small, wiry man, with his grey-sprinkled temples and flour-dusted apron, to spark any recognition or pain. The few times Ryouma'd stopped by the bakery before, Shiranui had always been bustling and cheerful, clearly overworked but still entirely willing to spend ten minutes walking a customer through every baked good in the display case.

No wonder Genma was so good at taking care of his team. He'd come by it honestly.

"You ever brought anyone home before?" he asked, in sudden curiosity. "Or's your dad just been waiting for you to bring a handsome stranger through the door?"

Genma's brows pinched. "Once or twice. I think he worries I don't have a life outside ANBU."

"Do you?" Ryouma tried to imagine the lieutenant dating, having hobbies, kicking back for a beer with friends who'd never worn the mask.

It was, surprisingly, less difficult than it had once been. There was personality imbued in every item of that bedroom down the hall. A boy who loved music and travel and cheesy action films, who kept all his medical textbooks and collected delicate little carvings, who studied healing even while he'd been learning how to kill. The lieutenant was ANBU's creation, but here, drinking monkey jasmine tea and nibbling his father's dorayaki, was Genma.

"Of course!" Genma's blush had faded; he sat back, looking amused. "There's sleeping, doing laundry, working out..." An impish gleam lit his eyes. "And miscellaneous."

"Tutoring rookies," Ryouma reminded him. "That's all ANBU-related, though. Do you still collect Wind Country netsuke?"

Genma hummed softly, looking pleased. Ryouma was willing to bet that if Genma ever had brought dates here, none of them had run enough missions to southern Wind Country to know its art. "They're not cheap. I inherited most of those from my maternal grandmother. She always let me play with them when I was small." He broke off another piece of dorayaki and offered, "But I collected a couple of them. The mice on the peanut, and the little owl."