Hizashi was lounging around the apartment barefoot, wearing worn jeans and a black t-shirt that read "Press Play" with an arrow pointing downwards. She watched as he flopped full-length onto the couch, which meant his feet dangled off the end if he didn't bend his knees. He did this and then wriggled around, stuffing them under the blanket they had draped over the edge. He had the remote in one hand, lazily dangling so loosely between his fingers she wondered how it didn't fall. He would find his surprise soon, and she smiled, waiting.
Hizashi yawned and clicked the television on. He scrolled through their recordings with a bored look on his face until something caught his eye. His squeal of glee was not feigned; he was a simple man at heart and the fact that she had seen his favorite television show had come on in reruns and had recorded them thrilled him.
"Babe babe babe! You didn't tell me they were showin' these again! Oh my shit!"
She couldn't hold it in anymore and started to laugh.
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