You barely had time to react before he leaned in.

One second, you were mid-bite, minding your own business, and the next— 
Noiz was right there.

His gloved hand lightly tilted your wrist, not rough, just enough to steady the movement. Before you could even process what he was doing, he took a bite straight from your food—your toothpick still halfway between you and your mouth.

He chewed slowly at first- as if trying to decide if he liked it or not.

“It’s good…. What is it?”

He asked, though the question caught you off guard. It was a common, everyday street food, Takoyaki, how could he not know?