Father's Day
Formality
Taka-san smiles when he hears the commentary - what on earth is he up so early for, he's got practice later on, he ought to be getting more sleep like a normal teenage boy.
When he says he merely felt like making sushi with oyaaji, the older man snorts, mutters on the sentimentality of his son.
But at the sight of his father's face lighting up at his answer, Taka-san knows the small grumble is just some sort of strange formality. So he picks up another sheet of seaweed and whistles cheerily, listening to his father correct his hand movements, both with secret smiles on their faces.
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To the papas who are still here, the dads and grandads who watch over us from up above, and to the Ultimate Dad, the Heavenly Father:
Happy Father's Day.
Taka-san smiles when he hears the commentary - what on earth is he up so early for, he's got practice later on, he ought to be getting more sleep like a normal teenage boy.
When he says he merely felt like making sushi with oyaaji, the older man snorts, mutters on the sentimentality of his son.
But at the sight of his father's face lighting up at his answer, Taka-san knows the small grumble is just some sort of strange formality. So he picks up another sheet of seaweed and whistles cheerily, listening to his father correct his hand movements, both with secret smiles on their faces.
~^~
To the papas who are still here, the dads and grandads who watch over us from up above, and to the Ultimate Dad, the Heavenly Father:
Happy Father's Day.