People say that children grow up watching their parents’ backs, and I am no exception.
I grew up watching my father and mother.
I am sure that they had no small influence in shaping the Shinra Minato that I am today.
Every time I see them, I am reminded that they we are indeed blood related.
Surprisingly, that day came early.
It happened suddenly, without any prior notice.
Four days had passed since my conversation with Yuuto.
The days of completing assignments while waiting to hear from Yuuto, who had been in contact with Shiraishi, came to an end.
While I was having breakfast to start the day, that person came back.
“Long time no see, you two.”
With a carry bag in one hand, the man in the suit looked first at Kaede and then at me.
His gaze, less compassionate than when he looked at my sister, as if he were merely checking on the changes, quickly shifted to the house.
With a single breath of relief that the living room looked much the same as it did before he left home, our father …Shinra Yuichi stepped forward.
He kept his luggage near the door and hung his suit on the back of a chair.
“I’m home.”
The encounter with my father began in a rather non-dramatic, mundane way.
“O-Otou-san! If you had called me, I would have come to pick you up.”
Startled Kaede quickly stood up and rushed towards him…
She took the souvenirs from her father’s hand, and when he told her so, she hurriedly took out a cold drink from the refrigerator and offered it to him.
He smiled, accepted it, and opened his mouth so as to speak.
“I just wanted to see the looks on the kids’ faces when they were surprised.”
“…You’re a dad with bad taste.”
You are old enough to be acting like a child.
When I grumbled some cold words, he turned his gaze towards me once more.
“Minato …you’re not bothering Kaede, are you?”
“Rest assured …Kaede is having an easier time than when dad is at home.”
It must be annoying for a daughter to have an overprotective parent nearby.
After exchanging words that seem hardly like a conversation for someone who met after a long time, the subject changed when Kaede entered the room.
“Isn’t mother with you?”
Indeed, Mom isn’t behind him.
At first I thought she would come in later with luggage or for some other reason, but apparently not.
Kaede wondered about the sight of dad coming home alone, and asked.
“Mom’s went to shopping and will come home later. She was looking forward to cooking dinner with Kaede tonight.”
“Jeez, you should have told me earlier…”
Kaede muttered in frustration, puffing out her cheeks even more.
Alright, she’s cute. Yeah it’s fine since she’s cute.
I don’t know what’s fine, but it’s fine.
With my sister by my side, I slowly pulled an empty seat next to me.
” …Why don’t you sit down instead of standing there?”
Of course, I sat some distance away.
I hate just thinking about it …a son and father bumping shoulders and having friendly conversation.
For father and son to be in a good relationship, this is the standard scene of the Shinra family.