A shaky hand gently tugs on Aᴏɪ Kᴀɴᴢᴀᴋɪ ‍˖ ˖ ‍‍‍ ‍༊ ‍ ( Hiatus ) ‘s sleeve. “Umm, e-excuse me, Miss. do you know if Miss Kanao lives here?” He was carrying a small parcel wrapped in cloth that smelled sweet.

🍙I want Senjuro’s to look half as good as yours and z’s one day! Thank you again for the header and avi!

“I can help you cook if you need a hand.”

“No! Miss Kanroji!” 🥺

Sᴇɴᴊᴜʀᴏ Rᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ

🍙OMG THATS SO CUUUTE

Senjuro is just going to bring him and @HeartOfFIames cocktails and treats. Holidays are always nice!

🍙you can’t just say stuff like that and not share the image I want to seeeeee

Offers a rice ball in return.

Senjuro looked up, confused. Only to be patted square in the face.

Senjuro produced another riceball seemingly from thin air, offering it up to Mitsuri.

He is.

Senjuro steps out of head-pat-range, simply placing another 20 or so riceballs into her hands, arms, on her head. You know as you do.

Senjuro flinches at the poke. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small bag of brown sugar candies. He offers the bag to Akaza.

And out come the mochis. Slowly being placed all over her.

Senjuro looks at his arm. Then at Akaza. Blink blink.

And yet… he continues piling them on.

Oh. He looks sad. Why is he sad. Don’t be sad.

..... Are those his 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 options?

Can we go with later? A 𝒍𝒐𝒕 later? Please?