#irijas

Digging into his wallet, Ryuji let our a disappointed groan. He whimpers at the lint he’s pulled out as his stomach growls.

While his tuition is paid for, a lack of regular income made this situation very common for the boy. He’d always receive a little bit of dough and immediately spend it on games or junk food (which he’d devour later that day.)

Is this it? Is this the end of the line...?

Staggering through the campus a tad over dramatically, something suddenly hits his nose.

“...What’s this kickass smell...?”

Something smelt great. While Ryuji often heard the idiom that ‘hunger is the greatest spice’, this heavenly experience seemed to accent it. Basically flittering towards the smell like he was in some cartoon, he tracks it to a room. Smooshing his face against the window, Ryuji attempts to ascertain what the source is for this culinary magic. 

There it was.

A student -- most likely part of the cooking club -- was in the middle of club activities. The smell that wafted from the dish was.... insane.