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08:Inumaki// Salmon

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The supermarket buzzed with activity as Y/n navigated through the aisles, her shopping list clutched in hand. The fluorescent lights overhead illuminated the neatly arranged shelves, each one packed with an array of groceries. It was a typical day for Y/n, but little did she know that this trip to the supermarket would unfold into a unique encounter.Turning into the canned goods section, Y/n noticed a familiar figure in a pristine white school uniform. Inumaki, the mysterious first-year student from Jujutsu High, stood by the spices aisle, his attention fixated on the top shelf. Y/n couldn't help but be intrigued by the enigmatic boy known for communicating exclusively through the language of food.

Inumaki, with his scarf wrapped snugly around his neck, appeared to be struggling to reach a jar of spices on the top shelf. Y/n decided to seize the opportunity to lend a helping hand, a friendly smile lighting up their face. Hey, Inumaki, right?" Y/n greeted, hoping the silent communicator would recognize them.

Inumaki nodded in acknowledgment, his dark eyes expressing gratitude."Do you need help reaching something?" Y/n gestured toward the elusive spice jar.Inumaki pointed at the jar, a subtle indication of his request for assistance.No problem at all! Let me grab that for you," Y/n offered, reaching up effortlessly and securing the spice jar.Inumaki responded with a nod and a small, appreciative glance. A silent understanding passed between them, prompting Y/n to initiate a conversation, eager to unravel the mysteries beneath Inumaki's reserved exterior."So, Inumaki, do you come here often? I don't usually see many Jujutsu High students around," Y/n remarked, attempting to keep the conversation light.

Inumaki pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, the pages filled with neatly written characters. He quickly jotted down a response and showed it to Y/n, "I needed ingredients for a special dish."

Intrigued, Y/n leaned in to get a better look at the notebook. Inumaki flipped to a page containing a detailed sketch of a mouthwatering ramen bowl. The intricacies of the drawing revealed a genuine passion for culinary arts.

"Wow, that looks incredible! You're quite the artist and chef," Y/n complimented, their eyes wide with admiration.

Inumaki nodded appreciatively, and with that, the ice was broken. The two continued to stroll through the supermarket, exchanging nods and gestures. Y/n's curiosity grew, and they couldn't resist delving deeper into Inumaki's world.As they wandered through the produce section, Y/n found an opportunity to ask, "So, what got you into cooking? That ramen bowl looked like a work of art."Inumaki took a moment to write his response, "I find peace in the kitchen. Cooking is a way for me to express myself without words."Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with Inumaki's sentiment. They shared stories of their own culinary adventures and favorite recipes, bonding over a mutual love for food. Inumaki's silent yet expressive nature began to unravel, revealing a thoughtful and passionate individual beneath the reserved exterior.By the time they reached the checkout counter, their shopping carts filled with groceries, Y/n and Inumaki had formed a unique connection. Exchange of contact information seemed like a natural next step, and they promised to share their favorite recipes with each other.

Days passed, and the newfound friendship flourished. Y/n and Inumaki exchanged messages about their latest culinary experiments, sending each other photos of mouthwatering dishes and sharing tips and tricks. The conversations extended beyond food, touching on various aspects of their lives. Y/n learned about Inumaki's experiences at Jujutsu High and the challenges he faced as a first-year student. In turn, Inumaki discovered Y/n's interests, hobbies, and the joys of everyday life.

One weekend, they decided to take their friendship beyond the digital realm and planned to cook a meal together. Y/n invited Inumaki to their kitchen, eager to collaborate on a dish that merged their unique culinary styles. The excitement in the air was palpable as Inumaki arrived at Y/n's doorstep, armed with a bag of fresh ingredients.

The kitchen became a hub of activity as the duo worked side by side, effortlessly synchronizing their movements. Inumaki's silent communication blended seamlessly with Y/n's verbal instructions, creating a harmonious cooking experience. They laughed, shared stories, and reveled in the joy of creating something delicious together.As the aroma of their masterpiece filled the air, Y/n couldn't help but reflect on the unlikely friendship that blossomed from a chance encounter in the supermarket. Inumaki, too, seemed to appreciate the bond they had formed, expressing his gratitude with a rare smile.Sitting down to enjoy the fruits of their labor, Y/n and Inumaki savored the delicious meal they had created together. The experience went beyond the realm of culinary delight; it was a celebration of friendship, understanding, and the magic that can happen when two seemingly different worlds come together.As they bid farewell that evening, promising to cook together again soon, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the supermarket encounter that had changed the course of their days. Inumaki, once a mysterious figure in a white school uniform, had become a cherished friend, and the supermarket had transformed into a place of unexpected connections and shared passions. The story of Y/n and Inumaki's friendship continued to unfold, a testament to the extraordinary bonds that could emerge from the most ordinary of places.