Gives senpai a sugar french fry that she totally made with fuuka
A sugar french fry?
A french fry with sugar?
He eyed her and the prize she held between her svelte fingers with an odd sort of deference. It’s brought nearly to his nose and he’s forced to study it closer: the crystalline topping certainly made for a showy presentation. As for taste, a small voice warned him it had all the makings of a Yamagishi Original.
Hesitantly, does he lower his head, taking it between his teeth with immediate regret. Oh. The taste was-- the texture was--
Every hair on his head stands at attention as he wills his body to swallow, and he does with a hearty hack into his fist.
“ Oh, uh, wow. It’s a sweet and salty kind of thing-- Like, fries and milkshakes, right? ” Surely, his immediate chug of vending machine tea wouldn’t give away his position.
“ ... N-Not bad! ”
