[ Once Midorima tastes it, he feels a warmth in his chest. From the soup, yes, but no one's ever made him properly homemade food and brought it just for him for seemingly no reason. Tsumugi makes him food regularly, but largely because he can't cook and that was part of their agreement-- it's the reason Midorima does a larger share of the cleaning, because he doesn't think that Tsumugi should be the only one putting in effort for their home. But Eichi did this just because he wanted Midorima to have it, presumably. At least he hasn't asked for anything yet, and Midorima hopes he doesn't.
He doesn't really know how to deal with this. He pushes up his glasses. His brain is malfunctioning a little. After a few seconds of silence he takes another bite, still staying quiet, then looks up at Eichi and takes a deep breath with a huff toward the end. ]
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He doesn't really know how to deal with this. He pushes up his glasses. His brain is malfunctioning a little. After a few seconds of silence he takes another bite, still staying quiet, then looks up at Eichi and takes a deep breath with a huff toward the end. ]
It's red bean soup, it's hard to go wrong.
[ He likes it. ]