it’s bad. you and kotaro are completely, utterly gone. lost in the world of tiramisu. the mukbanger on screen is slicing through another perfect piece, the fork sinking into the layers like butter, and you swear you can hear the delicate shff of the cocoa powder dusting off the top.
“this is actually torture,” you mumble, stomach growling.
“i need it. i need it now,” kotaro whispers back, eyes dark with longing.
neither of you notice the way you’re practically leaning into each other, shoulders pressed together, heads tilted at the same exact angle. noir’s lecture fades into nothing. the only thing that matters is the creamy, coffee-kissed masterpiece on the screen.
and then—
“l/n! tamon!”
you both flinch so hard that kotaro almost drops his phone. the entire class turns to look at you. noir glares, arms crossed.
“tamon,” noir says, exasperated. “what’s 2 + 2?”
kotaro, still dazed, doesn’t even hesitate.
“cocoa powder.”
silence. absolute silence. you don’t even need to look at noir to know he’s done with both of you.
noir sighs, already pointing at the door. “both of you. out.”
you both sigh, gathering your things, heads hanging low as you shuffle toward the exit like prisoners being led to their fate. the class watches, but you don’t even have the energy to care.
right as you step into the hallway, kotaro mutters, “bro… the way the cream was melting into their mouth…”
you nod solemnly. “actually unreal.”
“we should get some after school.”
“…definitely.”
and with that, you both walk off in shame, but with a new mission in mind.
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