he'd never really been a true fan of summer. the hot weather meant that it was easier for your body to overheat and, being a mysophobe as he was, wearing less clothes meant more opportunity to touch things that might otherwise be unclean. even during the hot weather, shirotani wore suits and long-sleeves if he could help it. going to the beach was out, he couldn't quite bring himself to do that just yet, despite living in a coastal town. the sea spray was nice, and being in a town that basically had water flowing underneath it at all times was really pleasant. he liked cascata, as it was definitely less stuffy than japan was, and he didn't feel so much like he needed to be hyper-aware of germs and the like. for the most part, his goal was to try and live a normal life in the apartment he now shared with kurose, working a job that was right up his alley and something he was used to. his therapy still continued, but it was far more personalized than just going to see any therapist, and he was still relying almost too heavily on kurose; that being said, however, he also knew that kurose did a fair amount of relying on him. it had turned into an equal parts give and take relationship and shirotani felt more normal now than he ever had at any point in his life.
with normalcy in mind, he'd gone out and braved the market in order to try and find all the fixings to make something for dinner. he didn't cook often, usually that was kurose, seeing as how shirotani had very little experience. however, he wanted to do something to show his usefulness, to show that he was growing and learning, and that he wasn't going to be the child that he'd been for far too long. he was thirty-two years old and everyone thought he was years younger than kurose. while that was a flattering notion in some ways, he also knew it was because he could be immature in less professional settings; sometimes even in professional settings he gave off the air of innocent naivety. regardless, he had a list of ingredients he needed, and he was going to try and make something traditional. something they'd get in a restaurant at home. seeing as how he lived in a town that got a lot of their food from the ocean, there was fresh fish galore in the marketplace, and that was somewhat exciting to him. he could remember a recipe that his father used to make with unagi and he was considering adding that to his list. wandering around, feeling strangely calm despite the small crowd around, shirotani stopped short in front of a larger portion of the marketplace. there were fresh, live fish, but also cutlets on ice and he zeroed in on the unagi immediately.
bright pinkish red and perfectly sliced, he could feel his mouth almost watering. unagi don would be nice, right? to be honest, he had almost no idea what kurose did or didn't like; he seemed to eat everything, but he was also just immensely polite. shirotani almost wanted to call him, but decided against it. this was supposed to be a surprise for his boyfriend, and asking him what he liked would defeat that. so alright, he could get this and make his father's special caramelized sauce to pour over it. fidgeting a little bit, he reached into his back pocket to find his phone and check the time, just barely noticing that his shopping list had fluttered from his pocket. a little distracted, he reached down for it at the same time someone else had. flushing immediately, shirotani tilted away a little bit out of instinct to just be as far away from others as he could be, but offered a sheepish smile. "ah, thank you," he said softly, offering a small, polite boy. tentatively, he reached out a gloved hand, fingers just barely brushing to take the paper from the person that had picked it up for him.