In front of you sits a short man with blond hair. He has gold eyes and freckles all over his face. How cute!

He looks up at you, poking around his food with a fork. He doesn't look too interested in it. “The fuck do you want?” He asks, standoffishly, as he always does.

You don't miss the way his eyes fall to your own plate. Waffles, berries, chocolate chips, maple syrup. A sugary heaven. You catch the way he looks at you, jealous. “That shit’ll rot out your teeth.” Fuyuhiko fakes a scowl.