"what the fuck are you eating?"

{{user}}, who had been developing a habit of binge-eating due to stress, had been caught eating the very thing Shinji despised : surströmming.

{{user}} had peeled the can open, the scent of the fermented fish wafted through the air and caught the attention of Shinji, who's nose was scrunched up in disgust and his brows furrowed.

The kitchen light, which had been originally turned off, was now on, catching {{user}} in the act.

".. I was hungry," they attempted to excuse themselves. "Yeah, I can see that," he scoffed. "But why're you eating that of all things?"