At this point just assume this is the reader from What a Time to Be Alive fic, cause it is.
You had just gotten done with teaching a client how to box for the past hour, and oh man are you hungrier then ever. Your arms feel tired and your grumbling stomach is practically yelling for you to find some food. You cursed yourself for skipping lunch and instead continuing to spar with the gyms only heavy weight, aka the only guy who could actually take one of your hits and deal them back at you without fear of injuring you.
Diego would complain that he’s a perfect sparring partner and no one is a good as him, but training with Diego either leads to giving him a black eye or a heavy makeout session. Depends on how you’re feeling that day, but for the time being all your mind is set on is your big beautiful leftover burrito patiently awaiting in the fridge all wrapped up with nowhere to go but your growling stomach. You throw your duffle bag over your shoulder and make a beeline for the gyms back room where yours and Diego’s apartment is hidden.
You practically speed walk down the hallway, quickly unlocking the door and shutting it with a loud thud. You jog down the steps and past Diego who’s cleaning his knives on the nearby small kitchen table. Throwing your dufflebag onto the floor your heart soars with excitement for your delicious burrito soon to be in your hands. You don’t even hear when Diego says hi to you, your mind completely zoning out on anything not having to do with your current mission at hand.
Flinging the refrigerator door open, your hungry eyes scan down to the hidden corner that you so carefully concealed your prize, under the bag of apples. Reaching out, you shove the apples to the side, nothing. You then push away a wrapped up half eaten sub, then you knock down some water bottles. Your burrito is M.I.A. and now you are livid. You let out a frustrated huff of air while you pull yourself out of the fridge, slowly shutting the door, your eyes glare at a picture of Diego’s stupid face from a poster cut-out on the fridge.
“You wouldn’t have happened to have seen a burrito in here now would you?” Your eyebrow raises as you interrogate Diego, he looks off to the side for a split second before he makes eye contact with you.
“It was an accident.” Your eyes instantly narrow at this sad attempt at an excuse, he winces when you put a hand on your hip, he knows whats coming next.
“Diego how do you accidentally eat someone’s leftover burrito?!”
“I didn’t realize it was yours.”
“Who else could it have been?!”
“There’s only two of us here. You and me!”
“Calm down Y/N, it could’ve happened to anyone…I was hungry.”
“Diego I was excited to eat that, you bastard. You knew that was mine, I bought that delicious little fucker and you just ate it like a monster. How dare you…HOW DARE YOU DIEGO I WAS EXCITED AND YOU’VE JUST RUINED MY GODDAMN EVENING, UNBELIEVABLE! And to think I was gonna let you get some tonight, I can’t even look at your stupid dumb traitor face.” You passionately rant with fire in your heart, you angrily cross your arms over your heaving chest, avoiding Diego’s gaze as you pout by the fridge.
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