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"So, Komori. Tell me more about this banana story of yours."
Komoris eyes gleamed at the older women as he finished up the rest of the food in his mouth before speaking.
"I will gladly tell you all about my banana story since someone over here isn't at all grateful hearing about it," Komori said while staring at Sakusa who rolls his eyes at him, tired of hearing the same old story coming out from his cousins mouth since the day he was born.
"When my mother had me she always had this random banana craving out of the blue. And my father would buy it and bring it to her and she would be really happy, you know?" Komori began, painting a vivid picture of his mother's joy.
"But after she had me she was still in love with bananas for some reason so my dad always still bought them for her. But when I hit the age where I could eat some solid stuff they tried to feed me bananas, thinking that I would love it since I practically grew up eating it in the womb. However, I spit the darn smooshed banana at my father's face because I didn't like it. My mother was going to feed me it again thinking that maybe I'll like it the second time but when she did I just spit it out at my dad's face again and my dad wipes the banana from his face while looking at me. He was about to take a step closer to me but he ends up slipping on the banana peel that he thought he threw out. And then he fell on top of one of my toys, cursing out loud and before he could hit the ground I threw up on his face and ever since then he despises bananas. But my mother would secretly eat them whenever my dad wasn't home." Komori tells to the whole table.
