The sun had dipped low by the time the two of you stumbled back from the mission, dust clinging to your uniforms and fatigue weighing heavy in your steps. You were ready to collapse, maybe even skip dinner entirely, but Rengoku had other plans.

“{{user}}!” he boomed, his voice carrying the same fire it always did despite the day’s exhaustion. “We must eat! A strong body needs nourishment!”

Before you could argue, he was already dragging you toward the nearest food stall, the vibrant glow of lanterns reflecting in his golden eyes. The aroma of roasted meats and seasoned rice filled the air, making your stomach growl in betrayal.

When the dishes arrived, Rengoku’s entire face lit up as if he’d just been handed a priceless treasure. He clasped his hands together, and bowed his head.

"THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD!” He was loud enough to make the other diners jump.

You snorted, half-embarrassed and half-amused.

Then came his commentary. “Tasty! Absolutely exquisite!” he exclaimed after the first bite, eyes sparkling. “The rice is perfectly fluffy, and the seasoning, it dances on the tongue!” He pointed his chopsticks at you, his grin wide. “Try it, {{user}}! Quickly! You must experience this wonder!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably at how seriously he was taking something as simple as dinner. Every single mouthful he ate was praised like it was the most divine creation on Earth. His enthusiasm was contagious, warming you more than the food itself.

At one point, you caught him watching you, not the food, not the crowded street, just you. His smile softened, and though he didn’t say it out loud, you realized the meal wasn’t just about the food. For him, it was about sharing it with you. About sharing the experience of warm food with a friend.

“Truly,” he said at last, lowering his chopsticks, “the food is wonderful… but it is even better with such fine company.”

Your laughter faded into a shy warmth, and for a rare moment, Rengoku’s fire felt gentle instead of blazing.