
“Hm.” He chewed, falling silent for a heartbeat. “Beer’s fine.” Genma grinned around his mouthful of food, then, “Both’s good. I can bring soup and you can make onigiri. Teamwork.”

to : raidou
[ 5:12 pm. ] a little bitchy.
[ 5:12 pm. ] but that’s nothing new.
[ 5:13 pm. ] everything good on your end?

“That’s a bit of a stretch, squirt.” He waggled his chopsticks again, senbon dipping downwards. He shrugged, then, idly spearing another dumpling. “Yeah. Sounds good. What kinda booze you got?”

“Hey, now, watch how you talk to your superiors.” He sounds a little dour, like maybe he’d like to cram the bento box down Iruka’s throat. Still, Genma pops a dumpling into his mouth, chewing almost thoughtfully. “I’m a fully self-reliant adult, so you know.” A grunt followed. “Thank you. Your kindness is overwhelming.”

“Sure you did.” he replies easily, pulling the food closer. Peering inside, Genma snorts, cracking apart a pair of wooden chopsticks. “I think you’re forgetting the part where I’m a grown man, Umino.” He clicks the chopsticks menacingly. “I can take care of myself.”

little orphaned iruka having big brother raidou to look out for him is the cutest idea ever who’s with me