#weep not，child. weep not，darling. ∶ ( dyn. yukako & kogami / ymagishi )

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“We’ll be taking a trip for a little bit. Be sure to pack for at least five days.”

It wasn’t hard getting Hisae’s permission for the trip with how reliable he’s been to the family in the past, but he let her in on the itinerary and got some ideas on what Yukako might like best out of it (it was something of a surprise trip across the country, Shinya told Yukako that much until they got their tickets in their hands).

Shinya and Yukako left by train from Morioh one morning for Kanagawa. They’d be resting at Kogami’s childhood home; Tomoyo finally got to meet the daughter figure that reminded Shinya so much of her, and they hit it off much better than he could have hoped. ( He didn’t protest her referring to Yukako as a granddaughter. It was sweet, really. )

Shinya took Yukako to the beach he grew up visiting every summer, and all the places he spent prowling through when he was her age: the shopping centers, basketball courts, street food vendors.

The gesture was his own form of expressing his fatherly affection, and seeing Yukako seem so happy about the entire thing made his heart swell. They shared a disposable camera and film to capture these moments, and they reflected back on them on the train ride home, with Yukako leaning against his shoulder.

As the train flushed gold with the sky’s sunset glow and only a couple of hours left of their ride back, Kogami asked, “Did you have a good time, oujo-san?”

When he didn’t get a response, he peered over to her, and shook as he stifled a laugh.

“—- Ah. Rest easy.”

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[ 🎁 ]    to give my muse a gift  -  bonus if you include what the gift is 

This is one of many Christmases that Kogami has spent at the Yamagishis', and being who he is, he's arrived with an armful of presents for Hisae and Yukako both with a red Santa hat atop his head and in the world's most horrendous sweater known to human eyes ( it's a fun tradition overseas that he's glad to adopt, he's told them long ago, and he promised them the first time he arrived with something of the like that they'd only get worse over the years. True to his promise, this year's is grotesque, put finely. ). He made two trips to get them all in the house, and insisted on getting no help. "Oh, don't look at me like that," he said, and ambled inside, gently lowering the wrapped boxes into the living area.

Their gifts varied in contents since he doesn't consider himself great at the whole gifting thing, but he wants to think that he's tried.

Yukako got a purple stationary set, tan leather journal, sketchbook, oil pastel set. Hisae got a dutch oven she'd been eyeing for quite some time in a department store.

As Kogami settled back with tea, content that this year's Christmas may have been a hit, he lifted his brows when Yukako approached him with her own wrapped box in hand.

"Hey, you really didn't have to worry about me. Christmas is for kids, y'know?" He chuckled, but Yukako thrust the box forth.

… And who is he to refuse something from his dear daughter figure?

He bowed his head and accepted it.

When Yukako's eager eyes remained fixed on him, he squeezed the box to get a clue on its contents. He tore at the tape first, unfurled the neat folds.

"Huh," left his mouth, but his smile grew, more genuine in its nature as he discarded the book's giftwrap cocoon and cradled it in his palms, admiring its vibrant cover. "How'd you know I wanted this one? This is perfect, oujo-san."