horrible decisions the au: a day in emiya shirou's life ( closed )

[peopledieifkilled]

[ It had been a year since he had last seen his father. He was finally a second year in high school, and was proud to call himself Emiya Shirou, Emiya Kiritsugu's son. Of course, he might notice before he walks back into the house that several women - some from his year, some younger, and some being Fuji-nee - had just left the premises to go to other places, not that Shirou cared all that much where they were going, as long as they were safe.

Cleaning up the table and plates from the kitchen table whilst still leaving one - he knew Kiritsugu was going to come soon. He promised. Which is why he was cleaning up the mess of the others so that his old man could have a nice serene breakfast; even if he may or may not have eaten yet.

But he himself hadn't eaten yet, instead sitting down next to the table in seiza style as he waited. It wasn't as if Kiritsugu had seen the ladies exiting his house just when he arrived, right? ]

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[shoulders]

[ It'd been another long trip of smuggling himself onto boats and waiting out the long breaks between his traveling and his wandering; there'd usually be a joke here about how he's too old for this, how he's spent for a while, but any ideas for self-deprecating comments go out the window once he passes by not one, not two, not three, but four young ladies in his process of getting through the front gate to the living room.

Huh.

(He almost double-takes when he sees the girl with the blond hair, when she looks at him and avoids eye contact to go outside with the girl in pigtails. What a strange coincidence.)

Heaving a light breath, Kiritsugu slides open the screen door and announces his presence by clearing his throat, letting his eyes settle on his son sitting primly on the tatami. ]

Shirou. I'm home. [ A mild smile, for Shirou's efforts. ] This place's gotten livelier than when I left.

[peopledieifkilled]

[ Shirou finds himself laughing rather awkwardly as he scratches the back of his head. Guess he must have seen all of them leaving. ]

Welcome home, old man. Do you want to eat anything? I already made breakfast.

[ He isn't dodging the subject, though he really doesn't want to touch upon if... Oh. It doesn't look like he's upset, that's good. Just as planned. To an extent anyway, as he heaves a sigh of relief. ]

Yeah. They come every morning to check up on me and help with the cooking and cleaning. I told them that you were coming home today, so they said that they'd leave early so we could have some father and son bonding time... I guess.

[shoulders]

[ The food is welcome, after days spent eating dubious cargo meals... he answers the first question with a nod, one that's accompanied by a tired but thankful smile. ]

I'll have whatever's left— don't spend too much time in the kitchen, though. You need to tell me more about these guests.

[ Time to grill his boy on these girls though, for real. It's a bit of an old habit, he supposes, being wary of people he doesn't know coming in and out of his space; Shirou is too good for his own good, but at the very least, it doesn't look like he's being taken advantage of.

...Hopefully. ]

[peopledieifkilled]

Don't worry, I cooked enough for you too, old man.

[ He'll fix the table's arrangements, setting out plates filled with enough food for a grown man. He's learned a lot, which is why today's breakfast is more Western than his usual Japanese style; an omelette with bacon, cheese, and ham along with a bowl of mixed fruit. ]

So... what exactly do you want know about them?

[shoulders]

[ Kiritsugu's terrible eating habits aside, the shift from Japanese to Western is something he notes with a certain, detached amusement— when has he ever deserved a kid like Shirou? Certainly not in this life, but here he is.

He puts his hands together in "itadakimasu" position, settling down for the long haul. ]

Where you met them, for one. School?

[ Does that sound a little like an interrogation? Hm.

A beat, and he clarifies: ] I wouldn't want to jeopardize your social life by being around.

[peopledieifkilled]

[ He's been hanging around Sakura, the literal queen of Western food a little too much. And he might have been a little competitive during cooking, uh. ]

... Yeah. Tohsaka's an honor student who's in my year, and Sakura's my kouhai. [ Let's not mention the blondes, because even he doesn't know how to explain that...... ]

Ah, don't worry about that. They said it's fine, and besides, I haven't seen you in a year.