“I’m going to go make us breakfast, okay?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Is there anything in particular that you want?”
“No.”
Yamamoto got up from the couch and walked over the kitchen. He pulled out ingredients from the fridge and placed them neatly on the counter. Gokudera watched him from the corner of his eye.
“What are you making, idiot?”
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