A/N: Greetings fellow writers. I am not sure if I'm back in business, but this story is giving me back the vibe. Working as time permits, so I can't really promise the updates (I shouldn't be saying this for obvious reasons...). Anyways, it is a fresh start for me again! Please support this story of mine! YAY!
Sincerely,
ppaa.

Eighteenth spring. Tokyo. Home.

"That smells great Mama, your cooking's the best!"

"How nice of you Wolf, come help me with this. Yea, hold that please," Miko told the youngster.

"Oh, Yuuri and I are going to a movie with his friends tonight... Should I turn the other way?"

"That'd be great. Oh yea? I noticed you guys weren't talking to each other last night at dinner, but things are fine now?" the young mother gave her son's fiancé a snicker.

Wolfram fell silent.

After hitting the shoe rack, Yuuri entered the kitchen with a small groan and a yawn. He did not forget to say good morning to his mother, but to Wolfram.

"Don't be so rude son. He's been living here for a few days already—" his mother scolded.

"It's not as if I'm asking him to stay with us!" Yuuri let out his anger without hesitation.

Wolfram's countenance changed immediately. He hastily excused himself out of the room and apologized to Miko. Yuuri started to dig out a pair of chopsticks from the drawer.

Murata came early to pick them up. He thought it was good timing, but Yuuri had already left the house to get something from the bookstore. Wolfram had not finished changing and asked the glasses boy to wait for a bit. He then came downstairs in a pair of jeans and a plain black T-shirt.

"That does not look good on you Wolfram. Don't you have better clothes?" Murata asked with a laugh. But after seeing the blonde's familiar heavy eyes, he patted his head and announced, "You know what, I will lend you my jacket for today. And treat you blueberry ice-cream after the movies. How does that sound?"

Wolfram quietly nodded and thanked him with a half-smile. The other boy suddenly pulled him into his chest, hugging him tightly, giving his hair a kiss.

Wolfram flustered, "Wha— what are you doing Murata?"

"Giving you what you need to cheer you up before we actually hang out," the boy said and let Wolfram loose.

The older boy looked at his friend with a red face and nodded again, "Thank you."