#feujenny

The junk food chronicles. Crappy doodle on digital canvas.

I love how modern food is such a novelty to Shallot and how quickly he takes a liking on it. @shallxt is great at portraying it in our threads, so I imagined Mariko probably learnt a few tricks about it. Shallot is a bit like a stray cat, after all.

Shallot (c) Funimation, Toriyama, inspired by my threads with @shallxt Mariko is my OC from Xenoverse 2.

Whenever I play Xenoverse 2, I notice Mariko wears this black shirt under the Saiyain armour, probably something that keeps the stiff material from bruising her skin whenever it brushes against it. I always imagined that the first thing she’d do after a long day would be taking off the heavy pieces of her outfit and sprawl on her bed in her black shirt, shorts and socks, chillaxing for the rest of the time.

Also, have a @shallxt and a @radmanraditz

OOC: I know, Mariko, I know. Guys can be jerks.

And yes, I headcanon Patrollers have a t-shirt from Capsule Corps as a welcome gift.

// MY BABY HAD HER FIRST HEARTBREAK SHE NEEDS HUGS.

Silence.

Nothing but silence and darkness, since what felt like hours – but Mariko knew it had probably been only a few minutes. However, she could already barely stand it. So she opened an eye to peek in front of her, frowning for the annoyance and the low light.

Nothing to do. The figure sat before her was still motionless like a statue, with the only exception of his white cape fluttering at the night wind. Many other students would have given anything to be in her place - mostly female ones, because Piccolo appeared to be quite popular among them, as they kept squealing about how caring he was despite looking so stern. But right now, Mariko felt everything but lucky for having to stand an extra meditation lesson with him. And most importantly, she thought the Namekian mentor was just plainly, painfully boring. Yet, she was stuck there with him for Shenron knew how long more, she thought with a groan. Only because she had happened to lose her cool blood on a parallel quest and kill a couple of opponents that should have stayed unharmed. But come on, it was only a minor quest! Okay, no, maybe a second level one, but still. Time could be rewinded and they managed to fix it – did she really need to udergo that torture? How could that be called fair?!

Her whole body was sore for being knelt for so long. Her feet were numb, her shoulders hurt, and she was about to get a cramp on her knees. All of that for a practice that couldn’t even be used in battle, so what was the point in it existing to begin with?! She had fidgeted for the whole time, let out a hundres sighs, snorted nonstop for the uncomfortable position, but Piccolo had barely moved. At this rate, Mariko was sure he was outright ignoring her.

She sent the Namekian an irritated scowl he didn’t notice, his eyes still firmly shut. That boredom would have soon killed her, she was sure. But how to break such concentration when not even a blatant pained sigh seemed to work?

An idea sparked in her mind. He can’t ignore a student, if the student is not paying attention.

... Today I almos ran over three patrollers with that damned hoverboard we were given to move around. Chronoa keeps worrying about history distortions and Time Breakers, but I know who the real enemy is.

Of course! Diabetes isn’t a joke, so please take care of yourselves!

When he first walked in the door, Murasakibara’s attention was immediately on the cake resting on the counter. He gave his soft ‘hello’, but otherwise, he bolted for the dessert, and if you hadn’t been there to smack his hand, it would definitely be devoured in seconds.

“Patience, Atsushi. Just a couple more minutes.. I don’t want to burn you.”

Those couple minutes were a life-time to the tall giant, and he was getting a little impatient. You managed to sit him down, tying a handkerchief around his neck, so he wouldn’t be so messy, and poured a glass of milk for him to drink during his snack.

His eyes were immediately on the plate in front of him, and he didn’t bother using the fork on the plate. He picked up the cake, taking a large bite of it and chewed quickly, not bothering to take his time. It was so delicious, one of the best cakes he’s ever had!

As soon as he finished, he turned to look at you, noticing the slight smile on your lips. He blinked, tilting his head when you fidgeted a little, as if nervous about.. something...

“___-chin.. What’s wrong?”

You blinked, waving your hands in front of your face, “A..Ah! Nothing’s wrong, Atsushi.. It’s just..” you blushed, scratching your head, “You ate it so fast...! And I didn’t realize you’d like it so much..”

He looked at the plate, completely confused at your words before meeting your gaze once more, “Was something wrong with it?”

You bit your lip, giving a sheepish smile, “A..Ah.. It’s a sugar-free cake..” at his expression, you explained, “I’ve been worried about you since you eat a lot of sugar.. So I thought I’d try to make it a little more healthy for you, without having to take away your favourite foods.”

He was quite silent for a while, lightly smacking his lips to try and taste the flavour on his tongue.. But it didn’t really seem all that different.. It wasn’t as sweet as he’s used to.. But it was still good; enough for him to eat the whole thing in a single setting.

“Really..?” he finally asks, tilting his head, “But I didn’t find anything wrong with it.. It still tasted good..”

Your eyes widened at his words, heart swelling in happiness.. He really liked it? Well.. He hate the whole thing.. So that should’ve been an indicator.. But it made you feel more at ease.. If he enjoyed it, maybe you could convince him to try and eat a little more healthier..

“Ne ___-chin..”

You blinked, looking up at him with a light blush. Before you could ask what he wanted, he pulled you into his lap, burying his face in your neck.

“Got any more?”

This time, you burst out into a laugh, running your hand through his hair.