“Akitsugu, deliver these to table number #3.”, No sooner had the words left Yōko’s mouth was the plates  taken by her son. Standing a little over one hundred eighty-five centimeters, there could only be one word to describe her son, large. Not only did he tower over many of his peers, and those who were older than him, his girth was significantly bigger as well, having a good eighteen kilograms on others around his age or older. He was big. There was no way to sugarcoat the particular matter of fact. Some would claim that he is overweight and fat, but, that was furthest from the truth. He was anything but fat or overweight, his heritage as an Akimichi made sure of that. Yet, as he moved through the throes of people, dodging those, who were too busy chattering with their friends to pay attention, while still maintaining a balance of the two plates in hand, did it really matter about his weight? He still moved better than some of slimmer and athletic people.

“Here you go, Sir and Madam.” Softly spoken, the words caused the couple, presumably so, to pause in their conversation long enough for Akitsugu to set the plates down. The young sixteen year old took extreme care in making sure nothing on either plate was spilled nor misplaced. It would not do well if a customer(s) left unsatisfied over something that could have easily been prevented. “Is there anything else you will like?” Crystal clear cyan eyes looked at each customer, making sure to make eye contact with them both, letting them know that his attention was only on them. In near perfect unison the, presumed, couple spoke, “No, but thank you.”. Smiling at them both, Akitsugu nodded his head in understand, “Very well. If you need anything don’t hesitate to call for a waiter.”,  receiving a nod from them both, who were already beginning to eat their food, Akitsugu walked away from the table.

Looking around the small family restaurant, all but one of the ten rounded tables were occupied by a customer(s). Many of them chattering away while enjoying a nice hot meal courtesy of his parents in the back. It might not be the biggest or fancies place in Konoha to eat at, but, it was one of the best. There being a homy and comforting vibe to it, making those who come here feel like they were eating at a grandmother or mother’s home, rather than a strange place. Smiling, Akitsugu shook his head, dispelling the daydreams,  though this might because his mother was given him the patent look that all mother’s seem to have, and began making table rounds.


“Is there anything I can get you?”, A black hair woman, looking to be in her earlier twenties, looked up from the book she was reading. The title of the book escaping Akitsugu, but, with a quick glance at the words, he found himself having to fight down a blush. It sometimes escaped him that there were people who freely read whatever they liked in public without any shame. Who would have thought such a woman would be reading that in a public place? Nevertheless, ignoring her taste of literature, he patiently waited for a response for the woman. “An ice tea.”, Jotting down what she wanted, the woman did not even wait for him to leave before resuming reading the piece of literature. Walking away from the table, Akitsugu finish making his around, having only two more tables left.

Moving to the kitchen area, he handed the woman’s order to his mother, a noticeable blush being on his face upon remembering what she was reading, something that did not go unnoticed by the older woman, “Everything okay?” After being told what happened, Akitsugu groaned at his mother chuckling for his misfortune, “Got to get used to it, son. There are those with more weird quirks than reading smut in public.” With a pat on the back, Akitsugu delivered the ice tea to the woman, “Here you go.”, placing the glass on the counter, the woman reaching for it without looking away from her book. He did not say nothing as he turned around, heading back towards the kitchen area. He was not the only waitress here, for there was three others, and they were also on the floor.

Sitting down at the small bar, it being closed until nightfall for civilians, and only open to off-duty shinobi, he sighed in relief. He having been on his feet since the early hours of the morning. This was the first time he had a chance to sit down in rest. Allowing his thoughts to drift, they inadvertently turned to girlfriend. The thought of her bringing a smile to his face, “Thinking about Aoi, eh?”, The deep voice of his father, Jinzo, snapped him out of his musing. “Yeah, I am, wondering how work is going for her.”, He spoke, receiving a snort from his father. “Maybe you can see for yourself.”, An eyebrow was raised, and Akitsugu turned his head in the direction Jinzo’s pointed at the door.

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Hearing his father’s words, and seeing the man looking towards the front door leading into the restaurant, Akitsugu turned and looked as well. As the door were opened, the young Akimichi smile grew brighter upon laying eyes on the girl, wearing a near knee-length white dress, entered into the establishment with her very familiar companion tagging along. “You have worked long enough for today, consider yourself off duty.”, The words of his father caused him to briefly look away from the beautiful girl, “You will still get paid in full. Now, just enough yourself with Aoi-chan.” After having said what was needed, Jinzo walked way, heading back into the kitchen, presumably to talk to Yoko.

Turning his attention away from the retreating figure, Akitsugu locked eyes with the girl who had previously enter. He could not been more happier to see his adorable girlfriend after a long day of work. Both of them have duties outside of their shinobi and personal lifestyles; Aoi helped out with granny’s clinic, he, himself had obligations at his family restaurant. While some teenage couples might find it difficult to balance the different avenues in their lives, and continuing on maintain a good relationship with their lover, Akitsugu did not have the problem. Aoi understood that he had duties outside of being in a relationship with her, and vice-versa. Maybe it was because of them both having other commitments to family that made them get along so well?

As Aoi made her way towards him, Akitsugu already knew what to expect when the petite girl got into range. Sure enough, his arms wrapped around her lithe body, embracing her in a hug. Because of their massive size difference, to the outside viewer who did not know any of them, it looked like he was hugging a child, not a teenager who is the same age as him. Though, the opinions of others did not bother him much as he moved his right hand to scratch behind Aoi’s ear, knowing well her soft purring would only increase in volume from such stimulus. “Hey Kitten.”, He whispered, still hugging the girl, letting her know that he had missed her as much as she missed him. The world around them began to fade into nothingness, at least, it would have, if a certain cat did not ruin the moment.

Instead of getting anger at the large maine coon, Akitsugu chuckled in good nature, “Hello to you too, Ashi.” Turning his attention back to Aoi, he shook his head, “Kitten, you know I don’t mind. I love how affection you are with me.”, He spoke, knowing well how overboard Aoi can get when showering those who she cases about with love. He had no problem dealing with it. Honestly, he found it adorable to say the least.

Tilting his head to the side, Akitsugu stared at Aoi for a moment. His eyes never leaving her as he hummed softly to himself, “Have you eaten today?”, before giving her a chance to reply, he clarified himself, “Asides from a snack?” If there was one thing about Aoi that drove him crazy it was her forgetfulness when it comes eating. He has lost count the number of times he found out she hadn’t eaten nothing, or if she did it was very little, throughout the day. He, and his parents, made sure she eat something more sustainable than just a snack.

“You and I both know the answer to that, Akitsugu.”, Yoko spoke, setting down a boil fill with tuna in front of Ashi, and a plate of Nigiri-sushi made specifically for Aoi, “Here you too, eat.” Nodding in appreciation at his mother, Akitsugu looked at Aoi, “Come on, sit down and eat.” He suggested. He wondered would she take the stool beside him or do something else, like sitting in his lap.  No matter, after she sat down, Akitsugu’s attention would solely be on her, “How have you been? How has things at the clinic doing?”, He asked.

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