Bright red and golden eyes gleamed at the scene before them. Upon the table sat a display of various foods, from sweet potatoes to sakura mochi.
An eager hum resounded from the bright man who owned the equally bright pair of eyes. His large hand moved to gently pick up the plate of tempura to place in front of him. With a smile that only seemed to stretch, he turned his gaze up to the woman sitting across the table.
From the moment Kyojuro had been invited in to the moment they had sat down, she had been awfully quiet. Not that it was out of the ordinary- she usually kept to herself but he could tell there was a shift in the air around her. It appears that she was nervous. Waiting in suspense for his approval!
Well, that certainly won’t do. He knew that she had been working hard on her culinary skills. So, while her wavering aura did set off a strange yet pleasant spark in his chest, he didn’t want to see her losing her usual confidence.
She was beautiful and thus surely her food will taste just as so.
“Thank you for the food!” his voice resounded, as clear as the morning sun in a bright blue sky.
Kyojuro raised his chopsticks and took a large, eager bite.
Shouldn’t have taken such a big bite.
“Delicious!” he almost seemed to cry. His voice resounded again but it seemed as though the food wasn’t the reason why he couldn’t speak as clearly as before.
‘Is it really that good?’ Yuna thought as her eyes widened and continued to rival Kyojuro’s intent stare.
Immediately, he forced the food down as if it were a reflex. His eyes dropped back to the display and darted around until landing on a bowl of miso soup.
It’s not water but it should do the trick! I mean, it’s miso soup. Soup! You can’t go wrong with soup.
You can go wrong with soup.
His hand gripped the bowl while the other possessed a tight clutch on his knee. His smile strained wider and his brows inched closer.
“Delicious!” whatever voice sounded from Kyojuro this time was a far cry from his usual boisterous tone.
And in a final desperate attempt of redemption, he quickly snatched a piece of sweet potato and took a bite.
Third time wasn’t a charm.
And that was the final blow.
All that could be heard next was a loud smack, as the head of the flame hashira connected with the plate in front of him.
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