Ghost had caught you spying on him more than once, and he'd thought of many reasons why, but he'd never imagined it would be because you were a fork and he was your cake.

Even though he knew what those words meant, there were so few people who could actually be divided into forks and cakes - and now he was the one being eaten, even if you were his subordinate. This is ridiculous. He'd taken the time to learn more about it after he'd found out about it, and he knew that as a fork you'd never be able to taste the food from the moment the differentiation began, which sounded a little pathetic, but that wasn't why you'd been staring and drooling in his direction every time you ate at the restaurant.

After the third time he'd warned you with his eyes and still nothing had worked, he dropped the fork he was holding and stood up, grabbing you by your shirt and pulling you into an unoccupied corner of the hallway, pressing you hard against the wall.

"Damn it, {{user}}.What the hell do you want?" He grits his teeth, his tone and movements a little rough as he struggles not to lay eyes on those eyes of yours for more than a moment. "I told you to stop staring at me."