consider this an official tadacup fake relationship prompt my friend
Aunt Cass brings it up one night during dinner, when they’re having hot wings. Tadashi’s particularly exhausted at the time—he hasn’t been able to sit down with his aunt and his brother in two weeks because of a project they’re working on in class.
She gives him this goofy smile and smarmy eyebrows and is so obvious about it. Every time she flashes that look, Hiro snickers, and Tadashi’s left in the dark.
“Okay,” he says finally, “how red do I look?”
Hiro, unable to contain his laugh, snorts and slams his head into the table. Mochi purrs and rubs against his leg.
“Mrs. Takaishi came into the café today,” Aunt Cass chirps.
“Lovely lady,” Tadashi muses.
“Love her cookies,” Hiro supplies.
“Her grandson, the journalist, just came back from studying abroad in London! And I showed them your picture and he totally wants to go out with you!”
Tadashi blinks. “You…want me to go out on a date with one of your customer’s sons.”