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Assistant: Title: Some one shots and drabbles of our star student and treasure boy
        Author: V3TS V3TS 
        Chapter: 2/10 
        Summary: Hotarou and Rinne aren't talked about enough, I wanna fix that. Also, graduations p@ss@d me off enough to start this.
        Contents: Chapter 2: Can I eat your small intestine?
    

    


      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
    The alarm clock rings at 9:15 in the morning precisely, through the nasty clutter of rings and jingles, a weary hand drags itself nearing the source of this torturous noise. Awakened, a drowsy, spiky-hair-disaster Houtarou arose, arms stretching into a lazy 'Y' overhead." Still yawning, Houtarou shuffled into the kitchen and filled a mug with water. The action was familiar, done by habit—every day, really—except today, a note sat quietly on the counter. He picked up the note clumsily, eyes reeling in from the morning stinge and his mind fully clearing after taking the first couple of sips, reading it out loud. “Good morning Houtarou, I’m going out to visit an old friend from the Yoyo research club! You remember Auntie Mizuchi right?We’re going on a picnic and catching up with a couple of other friends today so I’ll be back home late. Be a dear and grab some groceries for tomorrow’s lunch shift please,I left some money on the counter for you, please be safe when you’re out there, maybe ask Rinne-Chan or Ryo-kun to help you.I will always love you,
-Your Mom”


“Well, there’s no point in operating on an empty stomach then, better figure out breakfast,” Houtarou thinks to himself before opening the cabinet and fridge before finally deciding on cereal and milk.The crunch echoed in his head, but his thoughts wandered elsewhere.
  Hmm, I wonder what Kudo is doing.

  How are Kajiki and Hijiri doing together?

  Ooh, Kudo and I could hang out with them one day… together.

  Wait.

  What.
Before he finishes that last thought he realized upon reaching the end of the bowl he finds that there’s still milk left.Houtarou blinks,
  Hm, I guess I’ll just add more cereal, he thought to himself.
so he added just a bit more cereal and began eating again hoping that he got the proportions correct so that he could soon start his day.he discovers that he poured too much again. Now it was a cereal landslide with just a splash of milk to hold it together.Frowning slightly, he added just a little more milk.And then, somehow, it was just too much milk again.A quiet sigh escaped him, but he kept eating anyway…...“Ichinose!” cries Rinne, bursting into Kitchen Ichinose.“HoppOPPopper!”“SUU-Team…”Accompanied by a raging Hopper-1 and an extremely concerned Steamliner, the three of them made their way to the kitchen to find a fallen Ichinose Houtarou slumped over the counter holding his stomach in squeezing agony.A VERY audible groan follows the sight as Rinne and the two chemies survey the sceneHoutaro finds himself suffering from a tummy ache, 2 recklessly full bowls of cereal in.“Ichinose!” She yells again. “What happened to you?”“Argh Kudo… my mom went out to go visit-” he pauses to hiccup.“...her yo-yo research club friends so I decided to make-” This time a deep breath.“ …breakfast myself” another hiccup transpires.“Did you poison yourself? Was the meat you used going bad?”“Just milk and cereal”“...So was the milk spoiled then?”“No, I just ate too much”“...” A deafening silence falls between them. Rinne’s patience wears thin as her jaw almost drops at how idiotic of a scene displayed in front of her.Quite frankly she’s gotten a bit desensitized to this side of him after all they’ve been through, although, nothing could’ve prepared her for something like this.She finds the note, still locked into the grasp of his thumb and index finger, she takes it and reads the contents. Her pupils shift slightly. Her lips press together at the mention of her name in his mom’s handwriting.Realizing she should probably accompany Houtarou on this adventure, she tugs at his shoulder“Please Ichinose, you have to get up, maybe walking around might help the queasiness go away?” she suggests, a slight upbeat tone in her voice,He nods only slightly in agreement.Feeling accomplished already, Rinne feels a steady step forward being treaded,“I’ll wait out here, go get dressed okay?” she conveys optimistically.She turns away about to get on her phone to pass the time only to hear Houtarou grunt slightly, stating.“He…” Houtarou weakly lets out.Help…please” again he whimpers.Rinne blinked, confused—until it clicked.
  Oh.

  He’s not gonna make it to his room on his own.
She slings his arm over her and walks him to his room before leaving and letting the chemies help him get dressed instead.Feeling not as nauseous, but still stuffed, Houtarou and Rinne make their way to the farmers market nearby to complete the task bestowed upon them. He bumps into a pole.Then another.And another.He’s basically a hockey puck at this point Still feeling the effects of the milk and cereal mushed together, lodged into his intestines, and forcibly shaken from time to time by his liver demanding to know what possible idea could’ve been concocted from his brain to put his digestive system in overdrive this early in the morning. After the fourth bump, Rinne gently set her hands on his shoulders carefully correcting the path any time he potentially seemed like he was veering off course. She synced her steps with his like it was second nature, correcting him each time he veered like a shopping cart with two working wheels headed for the scrapyard. her breath hiked every time his head slumped in a direction when he looks like he’s about to change directions again.The sun’s shine isn’t in full yet but the market is as busy as ever, the two riders grab a cart before entering the market together. A quiet kind of rhythm already settling between them.Finally reeling in from his ordeal from breakfast,
  Hmm, Kudo was right,
He places his hands on the handlebar of the shopping cart with Kudo not too far from his side, feeling his strength in his grip return to him gradually.
  After walking around the nausea faded away almost entirely
His eyes peer, noticing when she plops her left hand gently on the right edge of the shopping cart looking at the nearby produce. Alas, They were ready to tackle the grocery list!Wait.. the list!A 50,000-volt jolt flies right through him, coursing through his veinsHe digs into his pockets. Empty. Shoulder bag? Better luck next time. His brain scrambles, retracing hazy steps: the moment Rinne dragged him to his room, Nijigon translating Hopper-1 and Apparebushido shouting something about responsibility, immature decisions, Rinne being left to solo a Malgam attack if he kept acting like this, blah blah blah— (He wasn’t entirely lucid when any of this was happening)Sure, he’s been on grocery runs before and has worked enough shifts to remember the necessities that Kitchen Ichinose’s menu requires, but his mom made a list, one that he currently is not in possession of.“Did I forget it—?”Frantically searching still, his thoughts racing until he suddenly hears.“I brought the list,” Rinne says calmly beside him. “We’ll start with sauces and canned goods, then circle back to produce.”​​Houtarou blinks, mid-pocket pat. Then breathes out a tiny sigh of relief, still frozen in place.“Or would you rather we split up?” she offers shortly after.Of course, she brought it.“I–uh, no,” he says, a beat late. “Let’s stay together.”“Then let’s move, Ichinose,” she says with a soft whine.Quickly following after her, he mutters “You’re kind of amazing Kudo, y’know that?” not entirely sure she hears him.
She gives him a look, somewhere between a sigh and a befuddlement, raising an eyebrow, but ultimately saying nothingHe follows, hands still on the cart, watching the way she keeps the list steady in one hand and gestures with the other as she starts scanning the shelves, occasionally putting an item in their cart when they reach the desired aisle. They reach one of the narrower aisles now, sauces and canned goods stacked high on either side. Rinne crouches, eyeing a can on the back row with laser focus.“That one,” she mutters. “It’s the exact one she wrote down.” Houtarou noticed it too, remembering that his mom uses it specifically for the secret menu at Kitchen Ichinose.She gives the list to Houtarou before reaching in with one arm, trying to get a good one in the back, one with a late due date, maneuvering through the clutter of labels and misaligned cans, some from other shelves that people were too lazy to put back.Houtarou steps a little closer, glancing up at the shelf above her. It’s low, maybe too low, a situation just waiting to happen.Rinne grabs the can with a triumphant grip, then rises back up a bit too fast. Her head’s already halfway to meeting the unforgiving hardwood when she feels something soft cushion the impact.Something… almost fleshy.She startles slightly and looks up. Houtarou’s hand is just…there. Casually braced against the bottom of the shelf. Protecting her.“Woah, is your head okay?” He asks.“Y-Yeah,” she answers, blinking. Her voice sounds smaller than expected.He doesn’t even look fazed. They both blink at the same time before he says “Can you reach it?” he says after a beat, “I can get down there if you need me to.” he offers.A softer “Mm-hm” can be barely audibly perceived, but it’s there alright.Realizing his hand is still sitting under the shelf, he steadily removes it before glancing at the list once more.Rinne lingers for just a moment, narrowly staring at the spot where his hand had been. Envisioning his knuckles curved around the wooden shelf protecting her from receiving a bruise to her head or worse, another cut. Her fingers tighten slightly around the can before she rises to face Houtarou again.
  That was… a little unfair.
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They turn into another aisle. Houtarou pushes the cart absently, his eyes scanning for the following item on the list but there’s no thought behind his gaze.
Momentarily his knuckles twitch, the skin around them imagining a touch so delicate.
  Ah right. That shelf.
The silky smooth locks warmly brushed against those knuckles.Those knuckles were used for punching and blocking originally, now these actions to Houtarou weren’t necessary at that moment, however, he’s happy that they were able to do still what they were meant to do… protect, where they shielded Kudo from imminent harm.Using those same knuckles to bend his fingers to scratch his nape, he exhales quietly through his nose thinking.
  Okay… that was kind of close.

  She didn’t hit her head, so that’s good.

  Something was troubling Kudo earlier, for sure.
He gives a tiny shake of his head.
  Focus, Houtarou. There’s a grocery list to finish.
He contemplated before hardening his resolve.Still… he finds himself glancing sideways. Just once. Just to check if she’s still walking beside him and maybe even hoping that she doesn’t catch him. Rinne, still trailing from behind from time to time, doesn’t say much after the incident but it’s a lot of what she’s thinking.
  He didn’t even blink.

  Didn’t make a comment. Didn’t laugh.

  It was nothing, probably. Just reflex. Houtarou’s good at being kind in a way that doesn’t ask for anything back.

  Besides, he’s like this with everyone, what happened wasn’t anything special just for me. She paused in thought.
While she conjures all this in her thoughts, a hand loosens from the sauce container and pats the part of her head that would be bruised if Houtarou hadn’t been there,
Hadn’t noticed…
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They collectively band together at the produce section working away at the last few fruits and vegetables needed to complete their mission.“Feel this one,” Houtarou says, handing her an avocado. “See how firm it is? The color? That’s a good one.” Admiring his choice as he strokes an imaginary beard. “But too hard? And it’s not ripe yet. Makes the cake taste kind of... naïve.”
  Wait wait.. Cake?
Rinne blinks intently.He shrugs. “You’ll see”Confused, Rinne still manages to narrow her gaze, targeting an avocado in the basket. Inspecting it curiously but with nerves of steel“Is the skin on this one too tough or just enough?” She ponders.“Oh, I’ll let you in on an Ichinose household hack.” he pauses before grabbing another avocado“Squeeze it just enough, and the avocado will do all the work for you.” He says, barely above a whisper.Rinne watches intently only to dodge at the next second as—splorp—the poor thing bursts between his fingers.She yelps and jerks back just in time as a glob of avocado splashes where her arm was. He stares at the mess, slightly stunned. But a heat creeps up the back of his neck.
“Hehe,” Houtarou grins sheepishly, wiping his hand on the nearest napkin like this is part of the process.“Would you like some guacamole? It’s on the house.” he cooed.Rinne blinks. You’re ridiculous she thought laughter erupting.They move toward a quieter part of the produce section—maybe the herbs or roots aisle or the corner where all the spices are. As the laughter fades, the noise of the market softens around them.Rinne still semi-stifling, can’t seem to keep it within herself as she lets out a soft gasp between breathless laughs. Her shoulders shake with the last ripple of it, eyes glossed—not from sadness this time, but from sheer, unguarded amusement.Houtarou gets on his hands and knees pleading to Timelord to bring back the innocent avocado from its cruel doom. Reluctantly he agrees and the avocado returns and lives to ripen another day!
Houtarou gets up and freezes.Rinne is laughing.Really laughing.And then he sees it—those same eyes that had glistened with a quiet hurt the day she saw her father again, a feeling Houtarou knows a little well at times… but now those eyes are shining with something else entirely.A soft pang kneads into his chest. He finds himself staring for no particular reason.Maybe it’s the way her eyes crease, or how her hidden dimples form and pulls something warm out of her chest and into the air.
  She’s… kinda cute when she laughs.

  Kudo should laugh more often.
“…What?” she asks tilting her head, noticing his pause, a little self-conscious. “Is there some in my hair?”“Nothing,” he says quickly reeling in from his sudden discovery, turning back to the cart. “Just… glad you’re finally breathing normally again.”Rinne eagerly nods before wiping a few stray tears away.He clears his throat. “So, uh. The list calls for Paprika”Noticing that they subconsciously arrived at the next aisle they needed to be at, Rinne meticulously searched and grabbed a spice shaker only to pause in thought, flashing the tiniest of grins followed by an even softer frown before putting it in the cart. And this doesn’t go unnoticed by Houtarou.“You okay?”She nods. “Yeah. Just thinking… it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this.”He tilts his head. “Like what? Shopping for groceries”“Something this… normal.”They exchange the shortest of glances. Not heavy, this glance held a different kind of weight, this kind of silence says more than either of them is ready to
Not yet that is.
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Houtarou checks the list once more—nothing left.They walk back sharing the weight of the heaviest bag between them. The rest they carry on their own, steps falling into rhythm like they’ve been doing this forever.“That’s everything,” Rinne says, her voice a little quieter now.“Let’s get this stuff home,” he says, feeling accomplished.Summoning Goldash, they mount themselves before formally returning home.
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The front door closes behind them with a dull click. Shoes come off with a shuffle. Kitchen Ichinose settles back into its usual silence.They’re finally home. The groceries are put away, the kitchen is settled, dishes are clean even.Houtarou’s leaning against the counter, sipping water while Rinne finishes drying her hands with a towel, then pauses—.She turns to him. “Ichinose...Thanks. For today.”He turns too, scrunching an eyebrow. “Thank me? What for?”“Letting me help you. For… taking me along. I needed to get out of the house” She admitted.“You know,” he starts, thumb brushing the mug’s edge, “I think this is the first time I’ve heard you laugh that hard in I don’t know…months.”She laughs again—softer this time. “Still. Thanks.”He shifts his weight and glances at her without turning fully. “You’re the one who brought the list.”“Ever since we became friends, you’ve had my back Ichinose, thank you for staying with me.She inhales.“You’ve always gone out of your way to make sure I’m okay,” she says, voice a little softer. “More than anyone ever really has. And you didn’t have to. I don’t think you realize how much that means.”“…I know,” he says softly. “But I wanted to.”Something in that hits her harder than expected.Putting on her cardigan She turns to walk away, but he adds, almost too casually:“...And hey, Kudo?”She stops. Looks back. Just holding his gaze for a second longer than necessary“You looked happy today. It suits you.”She doesn’t say anything. Just flashing a soft smile, before disappearing out the doorway after waving goodbye.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Oh geez, I had so much fun writing the first chapter I went a little overboard with this one hehe. Well as always I hope you enjoy this installment of the treasure x star student drabbles.Some notes! I made a reference to Sukeban Deka, A film and project that Ichinose Tamami's actor played way back when. I thought it was cool that the series did it so I tried it too.Overall I tried using a different method to spacing and positioning cause what I did last chapter was fine, but with this chapter being almost 3 times as long it made it very difficult to double space every line. I ended up getting lazy hehehe (I don't know how battleupsaber does it...) ((Check out their stuff! Their work is really good and ultimately inspired me to start this lol))As for the cereal scene, I did this one time a while ago (I only filled it cereal and milk additionally only 1 time however) and due to my I don't know body mass? Hobbies?  I didn't exactly feel affected, but I figured Houtaro would probably do something like this too.Of course, the title is nod to hit movie "Can I Eat Your Pancreas"Uhm I'm still learning how to write and use Ao3 in general so some patience is appreciate.I hope you all have a wonderful day!'
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