𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

二

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶 」
𝐏 𝐑 𝐎 𝐕 𝐎 𝐂 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍

꧁꧂

    "Shinobu-chan! Tomioka-san!" Mitsuri called their names in delight. "How are you two doing?"

    The two glanced up from the meal that they were sharing at the sound of the Love Hashira's voice, all of them currently in a small restaurant where they could hear the boiling of noodles cooking, the sizzle of meat frying, and the clutter of pots and pans being moved around. Mitsuri, (Y/N), and Obanai all sat down with them, having to move another table so they could all fit.

     "Ah, Mitsuri-san... and (Y/N)-san and Iguro-san, too," Shinobu greeted with a smile, the look however not quite reaching her faded purple eyes. "We're doing well. After our last mission, we decided that a proper meal was what was needed. And what about you? Did (Y/n)-san give you any trouble?"

     "Who asked you, you damn insect?" (Y/N) snapped, her only response being a small giggle.

     "My, my..." Shinobu placed the tips of her fingers to her lips as her eyes closed, clearly amused. "Still so vulgar, I see."

     "How you say that with such an expression pisses me off."

     "So it does."

     "Shuddap!"

      "Please... be quiet," Giyu finally added in, his quiet and reserved manner making it hard for the others to hear due to (Y/N)'s rather loud ways.

     "Sorry, Tomioka-san," Mitsuri rushed out, a small blush scattering across her pale cheeks and making Obanai send a withering glare toward the Water Hashira. "B-But is it okay if we join you? We all kind of just sat down... but we promise to keep it down, right (Y/N)-chan?"

"Hah?" She was already comfortable, her legs sprawled in front of her while her brow rose. "Are you insinuating something, pinky?"

"Of course not!" She smiled whilst shaking her head, braids snapping as she did so.

"That's what I thought."

Calling out their orders, the group waited almost impatiently for their food to arrive, practically drooling as they watched the boss season noodles, spice meats, and sweeten desserts. Almost as soon as the plates were sat down did they dig in—save for Obanai who merely watched, occasionally feeding bits and pieces to his snake. Mitsuri quickly finished her first plate and ordered a second one, the others already used to her large appetite.

"So, (Y/N)-san..." Shinobu turned the attention to the explosive girl with a gesture of her chopsticks.

"What do you want?"