interest springs to the young boy’s expression as he jumps a bit at the other’s sudden statement. while he was used to takane’s random demands, this one was a bit different. haruka’s dark gaze flickers toward what the other was offering him. at first sight, he … couldn’t really determine what it was. it was on a stick, that was for sure.

       he laughs, rubbing his eyes from where sleep had started to take it, having been dozing. he leans forward, taking a bite of whatever was offered to him.

       hand moves to hover over his mouth, before giving a small hum.

       “ it’s very sweet, takane - chan ! i like it, what is it ? “ he raises an eyebrow, glancing at the item.

A slight tinge of pink danced across her cheeks, watching as the boy take a bite out of the stick-food. God this is embarrassing--!!

The ravenette shrugged her shoulders, handing the sleepy guy the rest of what was left of the stick. What was once three sweet fried rice balls, now two, were jammed onto the stick Haruka was holding. Takane then pulled out a bag from her school bag, taking out another of the same sweet street food.

“Er.. I think my grandma said it was called-- Carioca..? It’s fried sweet rice.” She answered before taking a bite out of her own share. “She packed one too many for me, so I thought you’d want one with your stomach an’ all.”