You knew Rohan Kishibe had always been peculiar.

He’s a manga artist, after all. He needs graphic descriptions of everything - a vivid imagery in his head to figure out how he wants things to really flow in his manga’s.

Graphic descriptions includes his five senses, obviously.

He’ll need to see different type of scenery. If he finds something interesting out in the wild - he’s sure to take a quick picture of it on his phone. hey, who knows, right? You never know when you’ll need it as a background reference.

And he’ll also need his ears - listening to everything intently, like when somebody’s talking, to capture the way they talk, try to guess their accent, and maybe different sounds different object on top of each other make to create the perfect onomatopoeia description.

Touch? Yeah - he also needs that. He needs to know how things are to his fingertips, just to make sure he can get the graphic material just right. Sense of smell? Of course. How else will he picture his character smelling something that could be either shudderingly disgusting, or comfortably homey?

Then there’s the sense of taste.

Rohan needs every detail to be precise in his Manga. After all, that’s how he’s a good mangaka, no?

A few hours back, he’s needed to draw a character eating something. Though, he doesn’t exactly know how the texture of said food was - how it looked on a plate or in different cutlery, how it smelled.

And most importantly, how it tasted. He didn’t know draw the character’s expression eating the food without tasting it.

So what’d he do?

Make the said food he planned in his mangaka. Duh.

It doesn’t seem like a big deal to you at first when he said he needed to go to the kitchen to cook something. You just assumed he was hungry - that’s the healthiest assumption everyone would think of, anyways.

Except when after a series of chopping and pans clattering, the stove being turned on and off, and the house smelling like different plates of food at once like he’d cooked an entire thanksgiving dinner, the sound of the blender goes buzzing loudly.

Which, you were glad you were somewhat confused and suspicious about, because you, too, were confused and concerned on why you found him eating a different mix of blended foods.

At your question on what he was eating, his head turned to you causally - as if this was normal.

“Just some blended food,” he mumbled, eyes narrowing slightly at the taste in his mouth.

“needed to get a feel of it to capture the perfect depiction of my character eating this.” He munches carefully, leaned against the counter - swallowing the blended concoction.

What could he possibly be writing that makes him eat this type of food? Is this even healthy?