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In his opinion, Rei has done an immaculate job putting everything together. He woke up bright and early to go to the grocery store so that he could have the freshest pick of the available vegetables, and came back with a bounty that would make any nutritionist jealous. He organized Haru's refrigerator so that everything was sorted into appropriate categories to make meal prepping easy. He even donned his favorite apron and began making breakfast in Haru's kitchen, hoping the smell would coax him out of bed without Rei having to actually enter his bedroom.

As much as he treasures his team, Haru doesn't often spend time with anyone individually besides Makoto. But after however many (hundreds of) days that he's packed an identical lunch to school, it seems Rei has had enough, quoting things like malnutrition and athlete protein intake as reasons that he needs to be at Haru's house, going through Haru's fridge and pantry.

His half-hearted struggle wasn't enough to convince Rei that he was doing just fine on rice and mackerel, thanks, so here he is: waking up later than usual, putting himself together and quietly nosing about in his own kitchen when he hears and smells the sizzle of Something different.

"...What are you making?"

It's asked with a sort of wary curiosity. He'd given into Rei's plan to try and expand his diet, but he's not promising any success.

Sure enough, Rei's plan to get Haru to come into the kitchen is a huge success, and he feels a rush of pride knowing that his efforts worked out perfectly. He turns to look at his teammate and friend, feeling a bit of fondness for the wary look on his face and the sleepiness in his movements.

"I'm making an omelet!" Rei explains over the sizzling pan. "I've added mushrooms, kale, and a bit of mozzarella. An excellent source of protein and fiber!"

He stifles a little yawn in his throat; he's an early riser during the summer, when he can practice in the pool in the mornings, but on an autumnal Saturday? He's okay with being lazy. If he weren't so set in his ways and habits (and diet), having someone could for him would be an absolute ideal.

But Makoto couldn't fry an egg without scorching the pan, Rin lives too far away to bother with domesticity, and Nagisa would try to feed him a chocolate-pineapple-strawberry crepe for breakfast. Of everybody, Rei is the one least likely to give him a stomachache.

Presentation-wise, so far it's honestly a perfect-looking omelette. It's not mackerel, though.

"Huh."

He peers at the eggs as they cook, pensive in a languid, Saturday morning sort of way. Outside of the water, Haru rarely seems like he's in a rush, passively absorbing new information about his teammate.

"Do you prefer Western breakfasts?"

The question catches Rei off guard, and almost flusters him.

"Well, no, I think a Japanese breakfast is perfectly acceptable! Honestly, even mackerel is a fine food in moderation, but you eat it excessively, Haruka-senpai. But I know you know how to make a Japanese style meal, so I wanted to show you something different."

It's a little funny how easy it is to catch Rei off-guard. Not that he'd tell him as much.

"I don't eat mackerel excessively."

Yes, he does.

"I meant, which do you like better?"

He's just curious about his personal preference, not which one is healthier or better in moderation or whatever.

"Yes, you do," Rei counters with a deadpan expression, unable not to call out the blatant lie even though he generally respects his upperclassmen very much.

"As for which I prefer... probably a Japanese breakfast, honestly. It's more familiar and, as a result, more comforting."

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