"grandpa." tadashi greets warmly, his shirt kindly blowing in the wind's embrace. his eyes sparkle as the sunlight somehow manages to shine brightly at him. the old man releases a smile and ruffles tadashi's brownish hair, eliciting a muffled complaint from the teenager. anko lets out her own benevolent laugh. 

"how was school?" she asks in between bites of her cookies that stimulates her brain to survive the day. an eyebrow is raised as tadashi's smile falters, then replaced with a plastic grin that doesn't even touch the surface of anko. 

"fine." he mutters. 

"ah, young love." grandpa smiles cheekily, thus sparking the flame that is tadashi's cheeks which are cherry red. tadashi grabs a handful of cookies, turning around and rushing upstairs— where he'll eat his troubles away. 

anko shakes her head. 

"the boy's going to eat his worries away." she concludes, shaking her head slowly, which doesn't assemblage the grin pasted onto her crimson lips. grandpa wags his finger at anko. 

"oh my, he got those embarrassed temper tantrums like you." he dips a ginger biscuit into his cup of coffee. he winces as he takes a bite. crumbs dust his lips as he gently places to biscuit onto his tea plate. he calmly washes it down with the mug of coffee. 

"too sweet." he manages to speak. 

"oh please father, your cookies are too bland to even choke down." anko raises her right hand— the hand that signals no argument. but, her father is way different than any other man that has resided in their home. 

"at least my cookies won't spread heart disease." he mutters, peeling an orange for himself. he then laughs softly. 

"im joking sweetie." 

"i know." 

tadashi's cheeks rise and strain. he smiles oh so brightly. anko sees this and almost drops the knife she's gripping firmly in her left hand. her fingers clench with anticipation. its times like this that reminds anko how much tadashi is worth it.