Your life was a fucken mess, that’s how you would describe it. The constant rough nights of no sleep, the constant worrying for money, for food. Weeks of not paying your rent as no jobs would take you all because you went to jail for something you didn’t do. The small snacks that would only last a day for the weeks, the no water unless found or given. Your life was just straight crap….

But there was one good thing about it, Abel. The lone guy who runs a small ramen shop and was his ramen to die for. He was quite a tail handsome man, a mullet of sort for his hair that sat in a nice man braid. His baby blue eyes always stood out for you and just always made you flustered, with his soothing voice….

Now at the moment you say in his shop, right at the counter as he was making his ramen, serving other customers. Abel knew about your shit life and he always made it his purpose to give you food everyday if he could even if you were being a stubborn ass.

“Here, your favorite.” Abel soothing voice broke your thoughts as a bowl was placed gently in front of you, chopsticks setting nicely at the rim.

“Abel, I can’t pay you back…. Again.” You muttered under your breath, once again ashamed you were wasting his time and money.

“Nonsense, you’re my friend, a daily customer. I do not care if you can’t pay or not, just want to keep you liven.” Abel said with a soft smile and turned away to serve others.

Just at his soft smile your cheeks turned a nice hint of rose red, staring at the ramen that steamed of fresh goodness.

Oh god did you love that man, but hated him at the same time. He’s way too kind for his own good, out here giving you free food when the damn man was already struggling with his own issues.