Kokkuri, Ramen, And More Shigaraki

The next morning, everything was silent- except for the sounds of bird twittering about the backyard of the Ichimatsu residence. The silver haired male stirred- it had become a habit for him to wake up way earlier than everyone else, to make breakfast and Kohina's lunchbox. His head was hurting slightly- and he began sneezing right as he sat up. He rubbed his sore nose- Sick or not sick, cold or no cold, he wasn't about to give in to it. He couldn't fathom how bad it would get if he was seriously out of commission for a long time. The household would become a dump, with negative influence festering through each nook and cranny.

He dragged himself off to the bathroom with renewed determination to finish his morning chores and then go back to resting.

After having washed his face and doing his facial routine, he came out of the bathroom, feeling slightly better, only to enter the kitchen to find that a murder had been committed.


A murder crime scene of the pots and pans.

Inugami and Kohina were both holding burnt pots and pans full of some badly burnt substance- when they realized he had come in, they both immediately tried to hide them- to no avail.

"What are you two doing...?"