❝ p𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 p𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧. ❞
《 " An intoxicating sense of tranquility. " 》
Her "good deed" of the day. An excuse to pity him, that's all it ever was in Tomura's eyes.
A slow, tiresome routine constant in his life, Shigaraki finds himself s...
The wait hadn't been long, the meal looked actually edible and the waitress hadn't made a snarky remark yet..
No matter how fast or abrupt he inhaled his meal, Tomura couldn't fight off the sensation of hunger. Well, he bitterly contemplated, my stomach is more distracting than the itch at least.
Honestly, Tomura hadn't felt this starved beforehand. If he had been any more coherent, he'd had likely suspected the waitress..Unfortunately, that was a 'what if' scenario.
Salivating at the plateful of black pepper, stir fried udon noodles was tempting enough for the pretentious teenager. To eat such a meal, was something else entirely.
A fresh, unwavering trail of steam lightly rested atop the dish, heated dark soy sauce and diced vegetables coated within the noodles' presentation, both delicious and just asexceptionally appetizing in its' appearance.
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Tomura, unsurprisingly, shoveled the meal into his agape mouth as if it were his last meal.
Honestly? You thought, having been eyeing the lone man behind the establishments' hostess podium, by the looks of it, it wouldn't suprise me if it was..
While yes, the strange patron both intimidated and concerned you, it was for entirely different reasons.
He'd been brash upon his welcome, rude and abrupt in his disrespectful tone, which yes, intimidated you a tad bit. Only, the concern didn't stem from that.
Frankly, you wouldn't of given a damn if he was hiding out when upon first impression. The only question, was why?
The teenager was lean, lanky and quite tall but even that dark, jet black sweatshirt couldn't hide his awkward build.
He was no doubt a late teen, nineteen at most. Not only that, but he'd been practically inhaling his meal once it's porcelain bowl landed on the table.
A pang of remorse, before it had been clenched with self-awareness.
Soon enough, you had decidedly strode towards the table, on edge as to what action the man would take. Holy shit, you physically recoiled, have taken noticed to the dried crimson droplets atop his sculpted neck, even inflammation unable to stain his deathly pale skin. Is he even aware of his condition..?
"..sir?" You cough in anxious anticipation, nearly wincing when vermillion red irises narrowed in your direction, near immediately. "Is that all for today?"
Damn him, you cursed. Just earlier, you would have gladly taken the opportunity to blissfully exclaim for the pale-haired distraction to kiss your ass. Now, actually getting a good look at him, it was difficult to remain peeved at such a display.
A mutter, bothered and agitated was his response, incoherent as he absentmindedly rummaged around his kangaroo pouch of a sweatshirt pocket.
In a blink of an eye, his sour mood showcased an even more unpleased expression. Head hung low, he mumbled a soft 'no', quick to withdraw his undivided attention to his colder-by-the-second meal.
Stubborn prick, you sneered, reluctantly taking pity on the poor fool. Not that you'd tell him that, of course.
He doesn't seem the type to appreciate one's generosity, let alone sympathy.
Estimating roughly fifteen minutes, after having made your rounds to your prior tables and parties of patrons, you made a hefty decision.
The teenager was still hunched over, just about finished with his meal. Across the table's wooden surface, he was counting yen, no doubt having just the amount to pay. I figured, you clicked your tounge, consider this my 'good deed of the day', higher power.
Without a word, a plate of a mouthwatering dish of ohagi was set atop where the previous dish once sat. The man looked bewildered, on the verge of both offense and uncertainty.
You replaced the dishes' setting, switching them as you deliberately ignored his pointed glare. A face of neutrality remained plastered, lips formed in a natural pout as the unnamed individual continued to gawk.
His arms protectively shielded his little remaining change, fingers grasping onto the yen's currency as if you'd had plans to manhandle the bill's due debt.
"What are you doing." The man hissed, his lips tugging a downward frown as he scoped out your cool demeanor.
"What's it look like I'm doing?" You politely quipped, "What? You're not a fan of 'botamochi'?"
"I.." He swallowed, pupils dilating at the food atop the plate. That's right, you fought the urge to peak at his reaction, eat your heart out. While you suspected it, his next words did little to muzzle your concern.
"I can't afford this."
Instinctively, you peered at you to gawk a reaction. Only, none came. A small, understanding smile graced your lips as you shrugged, unphased. "Closin' up soon, figured I might as well not let it go to waste."
In actuality, you had been hoping to snag the last bit of homemade ohagi before closing time. Either way, there was always tomorrow and by the looks of it, you couldn't take it back, even if you wanted to.
By the time you staggered towards your usual position, co-workers having begun to clean their stations, he was gone.
As well as the 'gift' of ohagi.
What remained was a small, generous pile of tip earnings on the table. Generous, not because of its' amount but because no doubt, that was all he had left.
