"Let's get some food to eat first," Kenji said.
"You're right. I'm starving!" I said.
We check the food court on the ground floor, going through each stall and searching out the remaining food that was left behind.
"Ori. Remember this place?" Kenji pointed to a stall behind him.
It was named Angel Wings, with the logo of a chicken with actual white angel wings and a halo on top of its head.
"That's...where we first met," I said.
"I still remembered which seat we were in," Kenji walked over and sat at the table with only two seats. "Over here."
I sat on the seat in front of him and looked at his face.
Kenji closed his eyes and let out a toothless smile.
"Wait here, I'll get something for us to eat."
The tail-haired boy got out of his seat and hopped inside the stall.
A while later, he came back with a bucket of chicken....except there was no chicken.
"Um....there's no food left in there..." Kenji scratched his head. "The chicken expired."
"Makes sense, but why did you bring the bucket?"
"When I first met you, I was eating a bucket of chicken. It was at that time when I saw you, crying all alone."
"Ah. I remember now! You offered me a chicken piece that time, which ended up cheering me up a little."
"I think you even laughed when I gave it to you. It was a little embarrassing."
"I found it cute and funny," I giggled at the thought. "It was unexpected, but I really appreciated that gesture. Thank you for that."
"It's nothing. Besides, you were having trouble with someone right? With that stalker of yours. His name was Wolfis, right?"
"Yeah. I opened up to you that day, told you all my troubles with him," I said. "Then you stood up and offered to protect me from him. It was sweet."
"I decided to escort you to school and back to your home everyday, it was a valuable time of my life."
"It was thanks to you that Wolfis stopped stalking me. I still remember how you confronted him then."
Even Wolfis, with his physical capabilities and predictions could not stop an actual trained fighter. He was afraid of Kenji.
It wouldn't be far-fetched to say Kenji was a martial arts genius.
"If only we could go back to that time, where I dedicated my life to protecting you, my first love."
I coughed fraudulently and stood up.
"Uhum, anyways, l-let's just go to Eleven7 and find something to eat there!" I said awkwardly.
"Let's go, then," Kenji squeezed his lips.
"There's no need for that."
Perci and Agnes walked over to us with instant noodle cups. They placed them on the table and gave us plastic forks. Agnes gave her cup to Kenji and Perci gave his cup to me.
"We started a fire and boiled some water over there," Agnes said.
"We decided it would be best to prepare a meal for all of us," Perci said.
"Thanks..." I said.
"If you need us, we'll be eating on another table nearby," Perci said. "Oh, and Agnes has something else to say."
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Gentleman of the Apocalypse
Romance"Men are trash." This was Ori's absolute philosophy in life. Every encounter she's had with them always seems to end in disaster. It was because of them that her life had been filled with despair, to the point that she had become the most unpopular...