She stepped aside to let him through, shouting into the house, "Old Man, Naori, the guest is here!"
Mirai handed the gifts over. "Hello, ma'am. This is my first time visiting, just a small token."
"You shouldn't have brought anything just to come over!" Naori's mother spoke politely, but her hands were very honest as she took them, the smile on her face deepening. "Come in, sit down, come in."
Naori's father sat in the living room; he was a lean middle-aged man, and one could tell he had been a standard Uchiha heartthrob in his youth.
Seeing Mirai walk in, he quickly stood up and nodded. "Mirai-kun, have a seat."
"Hello, sir."
Mirai sat in the guest chair, his back held straight.
He usually swaggered when walking around the village, but in an occasion like this, he still had to put on an act.
Naori's father looked him over, his gaze lingering on Mirai's face for a moment before he nodded. "Hm, truly an energetic young man, a great match for our Naori."
Cough cough! Thanks for the praise, sir. Mirai almost choked. What the hell was an energetic young man?
Naori carried tea out from the kitchen, and upon seeing Mirai, a flush flashed rapidly across her face.
She set the tea down in front of Mirai, then sat beside him, lowering her head as her fingers slowly traced circles around the rim of the teacup.
Naori wore ordinary casual home clothes today, her black hair left hanging loosely, lacking a bit of her usual aloofness and gaining a bit of domestic softness.
Naori's mother laid out snacks, asking as she arranged them, "What does Mirai-kun usually like to eat? I'll make it for you next time you come."
"Anything's fine, I'm not a picky eater."
"Not being