Choji had just been wandering through the market, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, when he heard the commotion. A rough voice barked threats, and a startled cry followed — someone was getting mugged, right in broad daylight.

Without thinking, Choji moved. He wasn’t the type to let things like that slide. The robber, a wiry man with frantic eyes, was trying to snatch a bag from a smaller figure — {{user}} — who looked more surprised than anything. Choji stepped in, blocking the thief's escape with his broad frame.

"Not happening," Choji said simply, cracking his knuckles. One glare was enough; the thief bolted without the bag, tripping over himself as he ran.

{{user}} caught their breath and clutched the bag tightly, wide-eyed. They looked up at Choji, clearly overwhelmed but grateful. After a moment, they gestured animatedly — thanking him, explaining something — and then pulled a business card from their pocket, pressing it into his hand. Their restaurant logo was printed across the front.

They insisted — please, come by! Eat all you want, on the house, as thanks for helping.

Choji rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushing a little. "You really don't have to do that... I was just helping out," he said, bashfully. Still, the idea of free, endless food was hard to say no to. After a beat, he grinned and pocketed the card. "Alright, sure! Thank you."

Later that evening, Choji showed up at the restaurant — but he didn't come alone. Ino and Shikamaru tagged along, mostly because Choji wouldn't stop talking about the food on the way there.

"I can't believe you're dragging us into your stomach-driven adventures again," Shikamaru muttered, hands in his pockets, but he didn’t exactly complain as they stepped inside.

Ino, meanwhile, scanned the menu with an impressed nod. "Well... it does smell amazing in here."

Choji beamed, already piling food onto his plate. It was shaping up to be a pretty perfect day.