Were you daydreaming? You snap back to reality to the sound of an infomercial for a new set of kitchen knives. There's a pot of sweetened dashi with soy sauce bubbling away, and slices of eggplant sizzle as they're deep fried.

You barely hear the soft click of the lock, as Izanagi strides in, draping himself over your shoulders, just a breath away from a kiss on the cheek.

Then he takes a look at the stove.

"We're having eggplant?" he whines, disappointed.
"The nice auntie next door picked these from her garden. We shouldn't waste them, it's rude." you point out.
"You only care about rudeness when it comes to food," he sulks, more disappointed than upset.
"How about yakiniku tomorrow?" you offer, only half-serious, but it's enough to bring light to his face.

Because there will be a tomorrow. And another day after that, in a quiet little neighborhood, where no one thinks of him as "Kiyotaka's Little Brother," and there are no Blade Children looking to him for inspiration. It's just him and Izanagi, living in peace.

the scene cuts out abruptly.