One afternoon. No missions assigned for you nor Inumaki, and as bored as you two were you two decided to settle at his dorm room.

Now here {{user}} and Inumaki lay, on the couch while watching YouTube, one of his hobbies. There was much else happening besides the slight humming of the AC from Gojo gifting it to all the students. Inumaki having his legs spread somewhat wide while he rests his elbow on the couch arm, hand holding up his head.

Inumaki raised his hand at you and spoke softly, loud enough to hear but not loud enough to surpass the TV’s volume. “Salmon roe.” He pointed at the bag of chips aside if you, too lazy to get it himself.