Stir in the curry mixture and continue cooking until thickened, 6–8 minutes more.
Omi takes the small pot off the stove top and pours its contents into the large stew pot he borrowed from Aya. The kitchen is a mess: flour and curry powder dusting the countertop, a cutting board with carrot tops and a chef's knife in need of washing, potato peels in the sink, and a large bowl of udon noodles waiting on the side. The recipe for Beef Curry Udon hovers in hologram by the hood.
It's a double batch this time. Omi expects Hak and Goku will both want some when they get in, and that they will want seconds, if not thirds. He's definitely noticed an uptick in the grocery bill since Hak joined the household, and it wasn't exactly modest to begin with between Goku's appetite and Omi's preference for higher quality ingredients.
He should probably go out and buy one of these large stew pots for their own home now. Omi has a feeling Hak may be hanging around for longer than a couple of weeks. He has to admit that Goku seems even happier than usual having his brother around, and Hak seems to be enjoying being close to Goku again.
It's a strange, not wholly comfortable feeling in his stomach. There's an old saying that two is company and three is a crowd that feels quite apt, and he's not quite sure that he's part of the two.
Goku probably doesn't see it that way, and it isn't like he's being excluded from anything. It's just the nature of interactions: they most naturally occur in pairs. And it's both reasonable and heartening for Goku to be spending most of his time lately with his brother that he hasn't seen much of in years. If it was Yuushi, Omi knows he'd be doing the same as Goku. He's been privileged enough to live just a few doors down from his brother, though. He's never had to miss Yuushi the way Goku's had to alternately miss Mamoru and then Hak.
The pot bubbles with the mingled aromas of beef, onion, curry and chiles rising in the curls of steam.
The tour is taking a brief break for Golden Week. Akaya takes advantage of the down time to do absolutely nothing, which is somewhat rare. He usually spends it in the studio or attending promotional events and so on. But the songs in his head aren't going anywhere, and he can always record snippets here and there on his wearable if needed. Meanwhile, he's at Omi's, kicking back.
Omi is cooking for a small battalion. Might as well be, with the Brothers Son. Akaya thought he ate a lot, but that's before he met those guys.
He sits at the breakfast bar scrolling through his various social media accounts and punching in the occasional reply to an especially clever or interesting post. He doesn't volunteer to help, but he wouldn't object to doing so - if asked.
While the curry finishes cooking, Omi tries to do a bit of tidying with the sink and countertops. He probably could ask someone else to do it, whether Akaya or Hak and Goku, but he doesn't see a point in leaving it there and asking someone else to do it later if he's capable of handling it himself now. He's always been a bit independent that way.
And since gaining two in-laws that both have a flair for cooking amazing food, he's worked to develop his own culinary skills. As content as he might be to chow down on delivered pizza or Chinese takeout once in a while, he starts feeling gross if he doesn't get real food in the mix.
When the counters are wiped down, the cutting board and knife washed, and the potato peels disposed of, he checks the taste of the curry mix. He adds some salt, gives it a good stir, and turns off the heat.
"Done. Sorry for the wait-- you want some?"
He hates having to put Akaya on hold since they don't see each other much, but he couldn't very well stop in the middle of a recipe. Luckily they have plenty of time today.
Akaya swipes off on his scrolling media feed and it disappears. He slides off his stool and saunters into the kitchen, peering into the stew pot that's still bubbling from the residual heat.
"You think you're making a joke," Omi says with a wry grin. He wouldn't be surprised if it really was gone by the time all four of them were through.
He gets two bowls from the cupboard, passing one to Akaya. After scooping some noodles into the bowl, he ladles the curry on top of it and sprinkles the top with chopped scallions and chile flakes he's set out in advance.
While Akaya dishes up his serving, Omi gets out two pairs of chopsticks, handing him one pair once he's ready.
"This is my sister-in-law's recipe. She adds mushroom stock to the curry for extra umami-- it's really good." It also thins it enough to make it the right consistency for coating the noodles.
After he ladles the curry over his noodles, Akaya pokes his finger into it and pops it into his mouth to taste.
"Fancy stuff," he says with approval. He accepts the chopsticks and twirls the noodles around it like a more respectable person who doesn't stick their finger into dinner.
"The sister who's friends with Nami's brother?" He actually does remember these things.
Omi makes a face at that finger going into the bowl. It occurs to him that he's glad his brother isn't here to see that. Then he wonders why it should even matter whether Yuushi sees Akaya's table manners.
Oh well. The stamp of approval on the taste makes Omi happy enough to forgive the tasting method. It felt important that he like it.
"Yeah, that's the one. I'm impressed you remember that! That must have been close to a year ago." And who was he to Akaya then except some nerdy techy boy who could fix a synthesizer for a performance that night?
"It's her pot, too," he admits with a laugh. "We don't have anything big enough to feed Goku and Hak. Lucky thing she lives so close."
Had he grown up in a proper Honjou-like household, Akaya might know about salad forks and aperitifs, but he didn't. Still, he does know not to play with his food in a formal setting. He just feels at home, here.
"Nami went on and on about her brother who knew someone who knew someone," Akaya says with a shrug.
It was a year ago, wasn't it? Nami and Hokuto had ditched him to go to a special designer sale, even though it was Nami's contact that was coming to the studio to fix Nami's synth! What the fuck was that, anyway? But the truth is, he would've never met Omi otherwise.
"How's that like, anyway? Living in the same building with your brother. Or brothers, I guess." Goku counts too, technically.
Even if Nami did go on and on about it, it's a pretty sharp memory to recall that detail. It's kind of touching that Akaya does.
Omi frowns thoughtfully and sticks a mouthful of noodles in his mouth to stall. How do you describe what it's like being this close?
"Most of it has been nice." He says after swallowing. "Although sometimes it's a little too close. Like living next door to your parents. But we get along better now that we each have our own place... Eheh. And I have to admit that sometimes it's a lifesaver having them there. I get lost in work and forget to eat. And food has a funny way of disappearing fast here. Fortunately my sister-in-law loves to feed people and usually makes enough for leftovers."
Being too close to your brother is not something Akaya is familiar with. If anything, it’s always been the opposite. He’s not even sure why he asked, except maybe he’s had his own brother on his mind lately. He hasn’t mentioned him to Omi, mostly out of habit. It’s not a subject he’s accustomed to talking about.
“I can get like that sometimes. Lost in work, I mean.”
"I bet... It must be hard to pause when you're in the middle of figuring out a song, huh?" Inspiration seemed like a fickle thing. Omi didn't have much of an artistic side (creativity was another matter), but he understood the concept of having to stay in a groove or risk losing your rhythm. He could imagine artistic inspiration working the same way: inertia was a powerful force.
"It's no wonder you end up having delivery so often, between your schedule and the demands of the muse." That sounded hard, too, having real food so infrequently. He frowns at his bowl of noodles, turning that thought over in his mind.
“Demands of the muse?” Akaya laughs and leans in to poke his finger at Omi’s cheek, right next to his downward forming mouth. What’s with the frown?
“I don’t really think of it that way. I get an idea, I run with it. Some of them are better than others.”
Fortunately, he’s never run of those ideas. It’s not just pure inspiration, though. He listens to all kinds of music all the time. Whatever he creates, it probably comes somewhere from all of that study.
Was that a weird thing to say? Oh well. His mouth quirks feeling the poke at his cheek, and he looks back up at Akaya.
"Either way..." Because whether you called it a demanding muse or an idea that you grab and run off with, it didn't change the part about Akaya being in basically the same boat for food. Only he didn't have a culinary sister-in-law living next door to run to, at least not one that Omi is aware of. It kind of bothers Omi when he thinks about it that way.
"Hey, how about you take a couple bowls of this back with you? It reheats pretty well." Less for Goku and Hak, but Omi is okay with that. They'll still get some, and this way Akaya will have an extra meal or two of real food for himself on hand.
He pulls out a couple of storage containers from the cabinets, filling one with the curry sauce and the other with noodles. He drizzles a bit of oil over the noodles and gives it a quick toss to help coat them evenly. He sets both containers on the counter by the fridge, open-lid so they can cool first.
While he works, he continues. "Anyway, Goku and I get along well. We were already friends and roommates before we became brothers. I'm not sure much changed after our siblings got married. Maybe it was supposed to. But I think it's comfortable how it is."
For just a moment, he wonders if he ought to keep his mouth shut.
He grins appreciatively as Omi packs up some food for him. Something about it makes him feel a little warm inside.
There’s something about being around Omi that seems to trigger that kind of thing. Maybe it’s the ease of their banter, the way nothing seems to really be difficult like it was with... well. He wonders if it has to do with all the warmth and family that surrounds Omi. The multitude of siblings, gaining even more by marriage. Akaya only ever had Jae-ha, and not even him, for a long time.
How so was the natural follow-up that Omi invited by saying anything at all. He's still trying to think about how to articulate it. Omi picks his bowl of noodles back up and sighs.
"I don't know. It isn't like he's a bad person. Some people just weren't meant to share a roof with each other. And part of it is this place not really being big enough for all of us to spread out and have our own space. It's harder to find quiet time to work, especially when I need to use the holoscreen in here. And while I've never minded sharing things I cooked with Goku, there are... diminished returns when you're dividing by three instead of two. And... it's different. Two's company, you know?"
It’s hard to imagine, suddenly gaining three brothers. It was weird enough gaining back one. Assuming Jae-ha means to stick around this time. (He’d better, or Akaya might punch him in the face again.) Having him around is like learning about his quirks all over again. It can be frustrating, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
“Feeling like the third wheel?” Akaya asks teasingly.
"Ironic from a third child, right?" Omi says through a grin, and downs a mouthful of noodles. It's not lost on him.
"I guess I am. And maybe that's how it should be. It's made Goku really happy to have his brother around so much. I don't blame him; I know he's missed him. I just haven't figured out what to do with myself yet. If I need to find a studio, or just learn to adjust."
That's what new big brothers and sisters had to do all the time, wasn't it? Adjust to the new addition, because like it or not, that new baby wasn't going anywhere. In the back of his mind, Omi wonders what it was like for Yuushi and Taiyou after he was born. If it was anything like this.
"Yeah?" Omi asks. It's a surprise to be invited, though maybe it shouldn't be. It isn't like Akaya's never crashed with him for the night.
"That could be fun-- if you're sure it's ok? Maybe after you get back from touring?"
Truthfully, he'll probably have it figured out by then, but if the answer ends up being 'adjust' it might be better for them to think about spending time together where there aren't quite so many privacy concerns. There have been a couple of close calls with Goku and it's only gotten riskier with another roommate in the mix.
"Something to look forward to, then." It's not quite an admission that he's going to miss Akaya after the touring resumes, but if Akaya takes it as one, he wouldn't be wrong.
The front door hisses and slides open at that moment, and a tall, broad man with dark hair and an excess of muscle ducks inside.
"I'm ho-- oops." His eyebrows lift as he spots the two in the kitchen. "What's this? You have company over right now?"
Omi's cheeks color. "Welcome back. Hak, this is Kirihara Akaya. He's my friend. Akaya... This is Goku's older brother, Hak."
"Oh yeah, Omi's mentioned you a few times. You're the musician he's seeing, right?" Hak gives Akaya a once-over, exactly the kind you'd expect a big brother to give a presumptive boyfriend, and nods. "Nice to meet you."
Akaya smiles back at Omi. Hey, being on the road can be tough sometimes. It’ll be nice to have something to come back to, right?
He’s finishing up the last of his noodles when Hak himself makes an appearance. This is Goku’s brother? Somehow, Akaya was expecting someone less tall and manly. Maybe if you squinted, you could see the resemblance. He wonders why Omi’s blushing. Is it because they’d just been talking about the guy?
He cocks his head curiously at the once-over. Akaya grins. “That’s me. Nice to meet you too.”
Hak is wondering the same thing as Akaya: why does Omi look embarrassed? Of course, it wasn't exactly difficult to make the kid blush. Maybe it's got to do with the fact his 'friend' is here.
He seems nice enough. Good-looking, charming. Confident. Hak wondered when Goku mentioned the guy: rock star kind-of boyfriend of a year. It's an odd combination of descriptors.
He moves over to the fridge and sticks his head in, coming out a moment later with a bottle of Guinness Black Lager. He holds it up and glances at Akaya.
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Omi takes the small pot off the stove top and pours its contents into the large stew pot he borrowed from Aya. The kitchen is a mess: flour and curry powder dusting the countertop, a cutting board with carrot tops and a chef's knife in need of washing, potato peels in the sink, and a large bowl of udon noodles waiting on the side. The recipe for Beef Curry Udon hovers in hologram by the hood.
It's a double batch this time. Omi expects Hak and Goku will both want some when they get in, and that they will want seconds, if not thirds. He's definitely noticed an uptick in the grocery bill since Hak joined the household, and it wasn't exactly modest to begin with between Goku's appetite and Omi's preference for higher quality ingredients.
He should probably go out and buy one of these large stew pots for their own home now. Omi has a feeling Hak may be hanging around for longer than a couple of weeks. He has to admit that Goku seems even happier than usual having his brother around, and Hak seems to be enjoying being close to Goku again.
It's a strange, not wholly comfortable feeling in his stomach. There's an old saying that two is company and three is a crowd that feels quite apt, and he's not quite sure that he's part of the two.
Goku probably doesn't see it that way, and it isn't like he's being excluded from anything. It's just the nature of interactions: they most naturally occur in pairs. And it's both reasonable and heartening for Goku to be spending most of his time lately with his brother that he hasn't seen much of in years. If it was Yuushi, Omi knows he'd be doing the same as Goku. He's been privileged enough to live just a few doors down from his brother, though. He's never had to miss Yuushi the way Goku's had to alternately miss Mamoru and then Hak.
The pot bubbles with the mingled aromas of beef, onion, curry and chiles rising in the curls of steam.
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Omi is cooking for a small battalion. Might as well be, with the Brothers Son. Akaya thought he ate a lot, but that's before he met those guys.
He sits at the breakfast bar scrolling through his various social media accounts and punching in the occasional reply to an especially clever or interesting post. He doesn't volunteer to help, but he wouldn't object to doing so - if asked.
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And since gaining two in-laws that both have a flair for cooking amazing food, he's worked to develop his own culinary skills. As content as he might be to chow down on delivered pizza or Chinese takeout once in a while, he starts feeling gross if he doesn't get real food in the mix.
When the counters are wiped down, the cutting board and knife washed, and the potato peels disposed of, he checks the taste of the curry mix. He adds some salt, gives it a good stir, and turns off the heat.
"Done. Sorry for the wait-- you want some?"
He hates having to put Akaya on hold since they don't see each other much, but he couldn't very well stop in the middle of a recipe. Luckily they have plenty of time today.
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Akaya swipes off on his scrolling media feed and it disappears. He slides off his stool and saunters into the kitchen, peering into the stew pot that's still bubbling from the residual heat.
"Are you sure you made enough?" he says jokingly.
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He gets two bowls from the cupboard, passing one to Akaya. After scooping some noodles into the bowl, he ladles the curry on top of it and sprinkles the top with chopped scallions and chile flakes he's set out in advance.
While Akaya dishes up his serving, Omi gets out two pairs of chopsticks, handing him one pair once he's ready.
"This is my sister-in-law's recipe. She adds mushroom stock to the curry for extra umami-- it's really good." It also thins it enough to make it the right consistency for coating the noodles.
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"Fancy stuff," he says with approval. He accepts the chopsticks and twirls the noodles around it like a more respectable person who doesn't stick their finger into dinner.
"The sister who's friends with Nami's brother?" He actually does remember these things.
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Oh well. The stamp of approval on the taste makes Omi happy enough to forgive the tasting method. It felt important that he like it.
"Yeah, that's the one. I'm impressed you remember that! That must have been close to a year ago." And who was he to Akaya then except some nerdy techy boy who could fix a synthesizer for a performance that night?
"It's her pot, too," he admits with a laugh. "We don't have anything big enough to feed Goku and Hak. Lucky thing she lives so close."
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"Nami went on and on about her brother who knew someone who knew someone," Akaya says with a shrug.
It was a year ago, wasn't it? Nami and Hokuto had ditched him to go to a special designer sale, even though it was Nami's contact that was coming to the studio to fix Nami's synth! What the fuck was that, anyway? But the truth is, he would've never met Omi otherwise.
"How's that like, anyway? Living in the same building with your brother. Or brothers, I guess." Goku counts too, technically.
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Omi frowns thoughtfully and sticks a mouthful of noodles in his mouth to stall. How do you describe what it's like being this close?
"Most of it has been nice." He says after swallowing. "Although sometimes it's a little too close. Like living next door to your parents. But we get along better now that we each have our own place... Eheh. And I have to admit that sometimes it's a lifesaver having them there. I get lost in work and forget to eat. And food has a funny way of disappearing fast here. Fortunately my sister-in-law loves to feed people and usually makes enough for leftovers."
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“I can get like that sometimes. Lost in work, I mean.”
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"It's no wonder you end up having delivery so often, between your schedule and the demands of the muse." That sounded hard, too, having real food so infrequently. He frowns at his bowl of noodles, turning that thought over in his mind.
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“I don’t really think of it that way. I get an idea, I run with it. Some of them are better than others.”
Fortunately, he’s never run of those ideas. It’s not just pure inspiration, though. He listens to all kinds of music all the time. Whatever he creates, it probably comes somewhere from all of that study.
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"Either way..." Because whether you called it a demanding muse or an idea that you grab and run off with, it didn't change the part about Akaya being in basically the same boat for food. Only he didn't have a culinary sister-in-law living next door to run to, at least not one that Omi is aware of. It kind of bothers Omi when he thinks about it that way.
"Hey, how about you take a couple bowls of this back with you? It reheats pretty well." Less for Goku and Hak, but Omi is okay with that. They'll still get some, and this way Akaya will have an extra meal or two of real food for himself on hand.
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“You sure you don’t mind?”
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He pulls out a couple of storage containers from the cabinets, filling one with the curry sauce and the other with noodles. He drizzles a bit of oil over the noodles and gives it a quick toss to help coat them evenly. He sets both containers on the counter by the fridge, open-lid so they can cool first.
While he works, he continues. "Anyway, Goku and I get along well. We were already friends and roommates before we became brothers. I'm not sure much changed after our siblings got married. Maybe it was supposed to. But I think it's comfortable how it is."
For just a moment, he wonders if he ought to keep his mouth shut.
"...Hak has been more of a challenge."
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There’s something about being around Omi that seems to trigger that kind of thing. Maybe it’s the ease of their banter, the way nothing seems to really be difficult like it was with... well. He wonders if it has to do with all the warmth and family that surrounds Omi. The multitude of siblings, gaining even more by marriage. Akaya only ever had Jae-ha, and not even him, for a long time.
Challenges, he knows all about.
“How so?”
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"I don't know. It isn't like he's a bad person. Some people just weren't meant to share a roof with each other. And part of it is this place not really being big enough for all of us to spread out and have our own space. It's harder to find quiet time to work, especially when I need to use the holoscreen in here. And while I've never minded sharing things I cooked with Goku, there are... diminished returns when you're dividing by three instead of two. And... it's different. Two's company, you know?"
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“Feeling like the third wheel?” Akaya asks teasingly.
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"I guess I am. And maybe that's how it should be. It's made Goku really happy to have his brother around so much. I don't blame him; I know he's missed him. I just haven't figured out what to do with myself yet. If I need to find a studio, or just learn to adjust."
That's what new big brothers and sisters had to do all the time, wasn't it? Adjust to the new addition, because like it or not, that new baby wasn't going anywhere. In the back of his mind, Omi wonders what it was like for Yuushi and Taiyou after he was born. If it was anything like this.
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A change of scenery, why not? It can help with perspective if you look at it from the outside.
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"That could be fun-- if you're sure it's ok? Maybe after you get back from touring?"
Truthfully, he'll probably have it figured out by then, but if the answer ends up being 'adjust' it might be better for them to think about spending time together where there aren't quite so many privacy concerns. There have been a couple of close calls with Goku and it's only gotten riskier with another roommate in the mix.
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He doesn’t really ask people to stay with him much. He’s not sure why he asks now, except it just felt right.
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The front door hisses and slides open at that moment, and a tall, broad man with dark hair and an excess of muscle ducks inside.
"I'm ho-- oops." His eyebrows lift as he spots the two in the kitchen. "What's this? You have company over right now?"
Omi's cheeks color. "Welcome back. Hak, this is Kirihara Akaya. He's my friend. Akaya... This is Goku's older brother, Hak."
"Oh yeah, Omi's mentioned you a few times. You're the musician he's seeing, right?" Hak gives Akaya a once-over, exactly the kind you'd expect a big brother to give a presumptive boyfriend, and nods. "Nice to meet you."
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He’s finishing up the last of his noodles when Hak himself makes an appearance. This is Goku’s brother? Somehow, Akaya was expecting someone less tall and manly. Maybe if you squinted, you could see the resemblance. He wonders why Omi’s blushing. Is it because they’d just been talking about the guy?
He cocks his head curiously at the once-over. Akaya grins. “That’s me. Nice to meet you too.”
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He seems nice enough. Good-looking, charming. Confident. Hak wondered when Goku mentioned the guy: rock star kind-of boyfriend of a year. It's an odd combination of descriptors.
He moves over to the fridge and sticks his head in, coming out a moment later with a bottle of Guinness Black Lager. He holds it up and glances at Akaya.
"Want one?"
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