After returning home, Uchiha Tunan immediately began preparing dinner.
He usually only made two or three dishes, but today, Uchiha Tunan was acting unusually.
He made eight dishes in one go.
At the dining table, Mitsuya Motoyoshi watched this scene, yet felt increasingly uneasy.
"Why are there so many dishes today? The two of us can't finish them all."
As Uchiha Tunan served Motoyoshi rice, he explained,
"The doctor said I should make sure you eat well and get enough nutrition.
If there's anything you want to eat, just tell me. I'll make it for you tomorrow."
Mitsuya Motoyoshi shook his head.
"I'm not picky. Everything tastes good to me."
With that, he picked up his bowl and began eating.
Yet for some reason, Motoyoshi had no appetite today. The food tasted like wax in his mouth.
After dinner, Uchiha Tunan did not go to Kakashi's house to train.
Instead, he stayed in the courtyard with Mitsuya Motoyoshi, admiring the flowers and chatting.
In the past, Uchiha Tunan would quietly listen as Mitsuya Motoyoshi recounted his glorious exploits.
But today, Uchiha Tunan kept talking without pause, as if he would never get another chance to say these things.
After night fell, Uchiha Tunan took the initiative to wash Mitsuya Motoyoshi's feet.
And he washed them for over two hours.
Uchiha Tunan's eyes were vacant as his hands repeatedly scrubbed Motoyoshi's feet.
Mitsuya Motoyoshi, meanwhile, wore a melancholy expression.
In the end, Motoyoshi could no longer bear it and sighed. "Ah... stop washing, child. If you keep going, you'll scrub the skin off."
Uchiha Tunan silently nodded, poured out the foot-washing water, then helped Mitsuya Motoyoshi into bed.
Late at night.
"Coo, coo~"
Bird calls echoed continuously outside the window.
Mitsuya Motoyoshi tossed and turned, unable to sleep, constantly wondering what