to devour {ayato+akagi}
Akagi wasn't totally familiar with the boy assigned to be her partner for this project. About him, she knew only three things: 1.) Based on clipped, overheard conversations, he had a rather...strong personality. 2.) He sat all the way across from her, at the very back of the lecture hall. 3.) Instead of listening to lectures, he spent most of his time folding up sheets of notebook paper into planes and letting them loose, much to the ire of their perpetually exasperated professor, who, oddly enough, did very little to enact discipline. That in itself was strange- he had no problems telling off anyone else.
It was just after lunch, when most students began to flock back to their classrooms in varying levels of 'content' and 'apprehensive'. She and her groupmate just so happened to have this period free, so they agreed to start on the project then. Slick as butter, Akagi wove through the tide of people walking the opposite direction until she reached the table where her partner was sitting. The smell of fresh bread and pasta floated in around her but she tried ignoring it in favor of talking to her partner first.
"Good morning, Sakamaki-kun!” she greeted, smiling and tilting her head, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “Have you eaten lunch?”