The business of moving finally wound down toward evening.
"Ahhh-I'm exhausted! Exhausted!"
Satoru Gojo sprawled like a melted white rice cake on the sofa they had yet to unwrap, his sunglasses slipping to the tip of his nose as he hollered without a shred of dignity.
"To celebrate our new life, we have to feast tonight! Sukiyaki! It has to be sukiyaki with the finest wagyu! Shunchen just used my card, and all we've got in the fridge right now is air!"
Tsumiki poked her head out of the kitchen, where she was putting away the newly bought dishes, pinching the hem of her clothes with a mixture of uncertainty and anticipation.
"Um... I could probably handle the cooking, but we really haven't bought any ingredients yet..."
"In that case, let's go buy them now!"
Gojo sprang off the sofa with a kip-up, stretched out his long arm, and scooped up Megumi Fushiguro, who was sitting on the carpet in a daze, with utter ease.
"Let's go, Megumi! As the only man of this house, you've got to help carry things too!"
"Huh? Why do I have to go for something like that..."
Megumi had barely begun to struggle and protest before Gojo tucked him under his arm like a kitten.
You glanced at Gojo's seemingly casual yet meaningful look and understood.
You turned to Tsumiki and said gently,
"Tsumiki, stay home and sort out the rest of the things. Boil some water too. Leave the errands and heavy lifting to us and Megumi."
"Then sorry for the trouble, Mr. Li and Mr. Gojo!"
Tsumiki nodded sensibly, giving her first heartfelt smile since arriving at the new home.
"You too, Megumi. Don't cause trouble for the adults."
Tucked beneath Gojo's arm, Megumi stopped struggling. Seeing his sister's reassured smile, he