#sleepyprotagonist

“You left it sit for too long,” Minato chuckled at the other, taking another bite out of the unsupervised pork bun.There was no way the student wasn’t going to eat food left in front of him.

“Wh-

The rest of his sentence was left unfinished, unlike the pork bun which was currently undergoing consumption by its unrightful owner. Iwai looked on disgustedly as Arisato took another chunk out of the steaming, fluffy white dough -such fragrance, such value for his 120 yen found at the back of the couch.

He momentarily considered snatching the bun back, but he wasn’t ten years old and Arisato wasn’t his bff, so he simply dragged himself out of his seat to head toward the store kitchenette.

Foodies. That was the term, wasn’t it? He had run into the kid at about seven different restaurants by now. It was amazing how much food he could fit into that thin body. It wasn’t unusual to see the same people during meals, because he did eat out a lot, but seven within two weeks was a bit too much.

This time, due some strange dormant signal from his once teenage brain, Iwai found himself stumbling through the automatic doors of a McDonalds on the corner of a major shopping complex. It smelt like oil, ketchup, and more oil. Half a dozen people were lined up waiting to order, most of them under 20s who were dressed the latest fashion (bomber jackets were okay, but he wasn’t sure about the velvet pants). Immediately, he had the thought that this choice of eatery was a bad decision, and was about to backtrack outta there before someone lined up behind him. He turned, boots squeaking on the sticky tiles, and that ran him smack bang into someone he hadn’t noticed was behind him.

“Shit, sorry –

The sentence died on his tongue when he took a step back. He found himself staring into the biggest pair of eyes he had ever seen on a guy. And they were the most unusual shade of deep blue. So he had blue eyes –the restaurant guy. The foodie.

[Text: Takaya] I, um, did I do something wrong?

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[text] People who don’t like donuts 

“Welcome, come in and make yourself at home.”

“Tell people that you’re Heaven sent,” Minato grins.