[closed for 1foxgiven] On the Market

It's sunny out, and there's a subtle, crisp breeze in the air to keep things from getting too hot, so it's the perfect day for a walk through the farmer's market. It was a little bit of a trip to get out here from their apartment in the middle of the city, but Asahi thinks the trek was more than worth it. If not for the fresh produce, which itself is reason enough, then to give Ayane the change to see more of the world.

She loves the train ride that it takes to get out of the city, standing on her father's lap so she can look out the window behind him at buildings, cars, and people as they rush by. She enjoys chasing a bird just outside the train station when they reach their destination. He manages to wrestle on her sun hat and tie it under her chin without too much trouble, even.

And then Asahi picks her up and places her in the baby carrier on his chest, because he knows it's going to be a long walk and a crowded market, and losing her is one of his greatest fears. She still has plenty to look at, even though she fuses about not being able to walk on her own two feet.

The market itself is bustling, and full of incredibly ripe, gorgeous fruits, vegetables, and other natural goods. Asahi almost laments the fact that he can only buy what he can carry home with a baby in tow. It's certainly clear that he and Ayane will be making these weekend treks out regularly during farmer's market season. They wander through the various stalls and displays, with Asahi pausing whenever something nice catches his eye, or if Ayane gets his attention with her tiny cries of "Papa, Papa!"

In all of the chaos, it takes him a moment to realize that Ayane has suddenly become oddly quiet. She isn't even wriggling in the carrier like she usually does. Asahi feels panic rise up in him immediately, but when he looks down at her, all he finds is that Ayane is happily occupied with the reddest, juiciest looking strawberry he has ever seen.

Wait.

"Where did you get that?" He asks, already looking down to see what's within her grasp; unsurprisingly, a display of fresh picked berries and homemade jams.

"Ayane!" He gasps. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I should have been paying more attention to her-"

He's already apologizing before he even looks at the stall keeper, but when he finally does make eye contact with the man, he finds him oddly familiar. It takes a second to place why he knows that distinctive black and white hair, and then all he can do is splutter, "I-Inarizaki!"

Name, name, why can't he remember the captain's name?