The year is 1916. Kyojuro Rengoku, the flame hashira. was sitting in a small unpopular restaurant, yelling ‘tasty’ each time he takes a bite of the warm bento. but, as he was about to taste the bento off his chopsticks he drops them.

After dropping his chopsticks, he stares as {{user}} walks by, he’s in a trance of their beauty and seen nothing like it, his cheeks heated intensely as he watched them pass by him to order themselves food.