#banmasu

"What flavor should we get for them..." Banri hums, turning the menu over. "Itaru was grillin' me when I ordered the spicy pizza last time. Says I should've gotten the cheesiest one. "

"He's just a coward." Masumi rolls his eyes. "Itaru can't even finish off the bag of spicy barbeque chips without giving some to Chikage. Anyway, let's get two meat overloads, two cheesy delights, a veggie one, then one Hawaiian."

"Sur— wait a minute." Banri raises his eyebrow. "A Hawaiian? Are you serious?"

"What?"

"That's like, the shittiest flavor ever. Who the fuck wants sweetness on a pizza? You should just get a crepe or somethin' if ya want something sweet."

Masumi looks unimpressed, lips set in a taut line. "Pineapple on pizza fucks, you're just a sheep."

"Excuse me?" Banri fake gasps. "...and that's the weirdest insult I've gotten from someone who isn't Kumon."

"Whatever, some people will like it anyway." Masumi waves over a server. "Tsuzuru likes pineapples for the fiber, then Sakuya and Muku like the flavor, and Juza and Hisoka doesn't like savory pizzas that isn't Omi's."

Banri blinks at the information while Masumi relays their orders to the waiter. He ends bursting into laughter, all while avoiding Masumi's foot stomping on his. Banri ruffles his hair affectionately, ignoring the way Masumi's cheeks and ears flare up.

"Seems you're way more observant of the others than you seem, eh?" Banri laughs in amusement. "I get why Sakuya says you're cute."

"Shut up." Masumi hisses, slapping Banri's hand away from his hair. "Ugh, you sound like those losers."

"But we're your losers, right?" Banri grins cheekily, yelping when Masumi lightly slaps him with the menu.

"Fuck off."