[ well, logically, if the hospital says you were in an accident, and you feel tired and beat to hell, they're probably right. it is their job, in a way, to help people at a hospital, and it's helpful to save someone's life, which they probably did, after whatever it was that happened. his other questions, (did anyone else get hurt? is everyone okay?), when they're met with reassurance, give him no reason to reason to worry, and nothing feels off about it all. so it's probably nothing. he heads home, confused, sore, and ready to do his laundry.

EXCEPT. it looks like there's a sale at the grocery store. he's gonna have to cook dinner, right? right. and after all that time at the hospital, there's no telling what's still good in the fridge...

there's a dumb boy with some pretty gnarly grunged up clothes (no, they just got partially shredded by a bunch of swords something, he'll fix them later!) staring down at the selection the produce isle, a basket with other delicious ingredients hanging from his elbow. gotta get that good, good stuff. (please send him home, i think there's partially rinsed off bloodstains on those jeans.)

did you want that (insert produce item here)? well, so did he, i guess. cue the awkward bump of hands muffled doki doki in the distance before shirou freezes. ]

Ah — sorry.

[ he still has not removed his hand from (insert produce item here). kyaa... emiya-kun, you're so forward with the food items... ]

username: emiya

does anyone want some tangerines? i'm running out of space.

edit: there are a LOT of them, and i have no idea how they got in here

[ he went grocery shopping for the house, and bought a reasonable amount of ingredients at a reasonable price, thanks to some strategic couponing, so... WHO THE FUCK BOUGHT ALL THESE TANGERINES? WHY??? the curse of taiga fujimura transcends universes, and shall haunt him until he dies. possibly after, too. ]