Not lots was known about many of the 104th Training Corps, though one thing that was known was that Sasha Blouse was a foodie.

In fact, ‘foodie’ might just be an understatement.

It’s only that she has a big appetite, really, so don’t judge her for it.

She’s just a hungry gal.

And luckily for her, you’ve never been a breakfast person.

“You gonna eat that?” Sasha asked as soon as she finished her own plate, eyeing the food on yours with a hungry gaze as though she hadn’t just finished a portion that would’ve satisfied a man thrice her age.

You’ve never had much of a morning appetite, Sasha knows that very well—it’s one of the main reasons she chose to sit next to you during each meal; also because you’re a decent person, but who cares about that part?

“If you’re not, I can take it off your plate for ya…” She tried to act as though she wasn’t secretly longing for the food on your plate, even if everybody nearby knew she was about five seconds away from snatching the whole plate from your hands and shoving its contents onto hers.