Note: Can't help but continue my imagination from the previous random drabble XD

A Happy Lunch

Shida Mirai knocked on the door of Yamada’s residence. She had promised Ryosuke that she would come over to have lunch with his mother.

Mrs. Yamada, or Yamada-san as she addressed her, welcomed her with a motherly hug. It was rather awkward the first time she came to her invitation long time ago, but Yamada-san was so friendly. Since that day, meeting Yamada-san or coming to the house had been less awkward, even more fascinating.

“Come, Mirai-chan,” Yamada-san led her to the dining room. “Ryosuke is in his way from his practice. Let’s wait him here.”

She saw food had been prepared on the table. There were three sets of eating utensil. Yamada-san ushered her to her chair.

“How is your day, Mirai-chan?”

“It’s enjoyable. How about you, Yamada-san?”

Yamada-san smiled, “Same here. Anyway, may I ask you something Mirai-chan?”

“Eh, of course.”

“You and Ryosuke have been together for years already. But I just realized I never saw you two being intimate. I mean, how could I never hear you nor he profess your love for each other?”

Mirai’s cheeks blushed a deep shed of red. “It’s… simply because I can’t… it’d be embarrassing.”

Mirai took a breath and looked at Yamada-san’s eyes, “It is also because just seeing him always overwhelms me. My heart will beat so fast that I’m afraid it will explode. Even at this time, that feeling doesn’t change. That’s why.”

Yamada-san gave her content look and was about to open to say something when a male voice interrupted.

“I’m home.” Came in was Ryosuke.

“Oh, Ryosuke. You make it, good!” Yamadasan exclaimed in delight.

“Hi, Mom,” he nodded then turned to his left, offering a smile, “Mirai.”

His mother smiled while Mirai was a bit flustered.

Ryosuke was in semiformal outfit. Wearing a black pant, fine-white shirt, and a coat, he looked mesmerized.

“I’m going to change my clothes first.” He nodded to his mother.

“Don’t be too long,” Yamada-san sent him a beam.

After Ryosuke left for his room, Mirai let her breath out. A chuckle made her turned to her front.

“What is it, Yamada-san?” She asked nervously.

“Hihi… sorry, Mirai-chan. I just can’t help but think that your nervousness just now was cute.”

A taint of pink colored Mirai’s cheeks once again.

“However,” Yamada-san showed a warm smile and her eyes glimmered with happiness. A content look of a mother. She reached for Mirai’s hand and held it dearly. “Thank you, Mirai-chan.”

Mirai could not understand the sudden show of affection, “For what?”

Still holding Mirai’s hand, Yamada-san answered; her eyes teary. “Thank you… for loving my son.”

Mirai felt warmth wrapped her petite figure. It was wonderful. Loving Yamada Ryosuke had brought so much happiness not only for both of them, but also people who cared for them. Mirai returned Yamada-san’s affection with a heartfelt smile.

Yamada-san let go of Mirai’s hand upon hearing her son’s footsteps approached.

Ryosuke took his seat beside Mirai. He had changed to a casual dark brown-pants and a white t-shirt.

“How was your practice, Ryosuke?” Yamada-san started the conversation.

“It’s fine. Chii sent greeting for you.”

“Thank you. Oh, and how is your preparation for the international tour?”

Mirai stole a glance to her side. Ryosuke had always had an enchanting expression whenever he talked about his job, “It’s doing fine. Our rehearsal will be started in three days. Next month we’ll depart to South Korea first.”

“Hmm, so you’ll be very busy.” Yamada-san turned to see Mirai. “How pity, we will miss you here, right Mirai-chan?”

“Eh?” Mirai’s cheeks reddened. Yamada-san is teasing me.  “Y-yes… of course.” She forced a chuckle.

“Maybe I should call you more often, then?” Ryosuke gazed at Mirai.

“Ah, ne-never mind. You don’t need to do that. I know you must be busy.”

“Nah, it won’t be a big deal, Mirai-chan, since Ryosuke will gladly make time just to hear your voice. Won’t you, Ryosuke?” Yamada-san interrupted.

Ryosuke gasped slightly. He did not answer, but there was a light shed of red in his cheeks. Mirai noticed that and hid a smile.

“That is so sweet… both of you blushing,” Yamada-san let a giggle out.

“Mom… please…stop teasing me and Mirai,” Ryosuke frowned but his blush had not disappeared.

“Ah, right, sorry.“ His mother apologized, but there was no hint of sorry on it. “Then, let’s just eat.”

The lunch went on smoothly and in peace. Sometimes Mirai would steal a glance to her side where Ryosuke was eating. His expressions when eating always amused her. She wondered how if someday that moment would be her everyday’s routine. She found herself enjoying it, and she thought that being a member of Yamada family would be so fun.

She choked on her own food, realizing where her imagination had taken her. She had dreamed of being Ryosuke’s wife? Her cheeks warmed.

“Are you okay?”

Looking up, she saw Ryosuke holding a glass of water to her.

“Be careful in chewing your food,” he added while patting her upper back to ease her swallowing the water.

His tender care only deepened her blush, and she caught the view of his mother smiled knowingly. Though she was embarrassed, she could not deny that she was happy; happy to be in Ryosuke’s family even just for lunch.

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