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𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝

Classes had gone by quick, almost too fast for Allen to process it all. But he was nothing if not quick to pick up on things or adjust to new situations. He was a Zoldyck after all. The name Zoldyck felt so unfamiliar on his tongue.

Like it was foreign. Like he hadn't spent 16 years growing up under the watchful eyes of the famed assassin family, and brutally trained on Kukurroo Mountain.

But now was not the time for that.

It was lunch, and Allen had no idea what he was going to do.

He looked at the sight before him. Tons of people gathered in a cafeteria, loudly talking and yelling, while either normally eating their food, or barbarically devouring it.

To someone who had grown up sheltered by his family, and taught the utmost importance of manners and delicacy in every movement he made by his mother, a lunch room filled with messy teenagers was quite the shock to him.

Hormonal teenage boys, ugh, disgusting

Nanika had snuck up on him from the back. Allen sighed while shaking his head.

You do realise I'm a teenage boy right? 

Over the years, she had grown a completely different personality from his, and this personality had proven to be quite judgemental......of everything .

Yeah, but you're different, I actually like you

Taking it as a compliment, Allen moved onto buying himself lunch. He stood in a long line of people, who were all groaning for their food, like starved animals awaiting their last meals before their impending death.

It was finally his time to pick out his food, and he made sure not to waste any time.

Allen looked around at the options in front of him. His stomach growled at the sight of all the delicious food, food that he never knew existed laid before him, looking so appetizing that you would've thought he'd never eaten in his whole life.

But as soon as he reached for a sandwich, his mother's words echoed in his mind.

'You musn't eat too much food darling, or you'll end up ugly and fat, you don't want that do you?'

He could vividly remember her long, bright purple nails digging into his skin when he tried to eat an extra sweet, but they had released when his hands had moved towards some fruit instead.

Imaginary scratch marks appeared on his hands, the burning sensation of painted nails piercing his flesh. Reminding him not to eat too much, reminding him to watch himself. He couldn't become fat and ugly. No one likes an ugly child, no one wants an ugly child.

"Hey! Will you hurry up," a voice broke Allen out of his daze from behind him, "some of us want to actually eat today!" The boy's complaining voice paired with his annoyed face cleared any hesitation Allen had on deciding what to eat.

Sandwiches had too many calories. He needed to watch himself, even if mother wasn't here. He didn't want to be an ugly child. No one liked an ugly child, as mother had said before, only the pretty flowers in a garden get picked to be someone's favorite. He couldn't be anyone's favorite if he was ugly and fat.

Allen's hand switched directions from the sandwich to a plate and he plated it with some salad, and grabbed an orange, and some water.

Ally are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine

Both him and Nanika knew he wasn't, but neither further commented on the situation