[If there's one chore he enjoys above all else, it's grocery shopping for them. He gets to check out all the latest additions to the shops and sometimes poke his nose into places where he doesn't necessarily need anything, but might want to pick up a little gift for Hiyori (or himself.) Thankfully he has kept the random good luck trinkets to a minimum and on the smaller side. No huge jars this time!

Instead it's been Woo Hiyori Time with the Twelve Days of Christmas, and reminders of that are everywhere, from her beanbag to the books on her desk. As he's rubbing her foot, it occurs to him that maybe he should get - or make - some extra fluffy socks for her. To keep her warm and pad her feet from any further injuries. He'll have to look into that. Gradually, his hands slow to a stop until he's just cupping her foot, thumb running over her big toe.]

N-No way...! It wasn't your fault. Everything was fine until the end there when you were getting ready to leave. ...I'm just glad you didn't hit your head instead, heh. [His laughter tapers off as her words finally sink in, deepening the flush on his cheeks.] Of course not--! There's no call for us to be squeezed into such a tight spot like that again!

[Abruptly, he releases his hold on her and stands up, eyes avoiding her face.]

Only in the kitchen, maybe. B-But we can work around that.

[Like by him giving her warning about moving to stand behind her.]