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“Aww man, can never get enough of this ramen..!” slurrrrrp! “Doesn’t matter what anyone says, this is the best of the best!” Followed by another messy slurp, Kenji Tomachika was a man of simple needs. Honest to God, as long as he had this ramen, a good show that was airing, and a hot babe by his side, Kenji would ask for no more.
“I mean it's good, just not best …” said one disinterested Kazushi Miyamoto, or better known as just ‘Kaz’, who was sitting on the left side of Kenji. What Kaz wanted in life was a little different from his friend, such as wanting to win nationals, his nephew getting into physical therapy, and maybe a girlfriend that may or may not have a face in mind already (cough cough, YUKARI’S FACE.)
To the right side of Kenji was none other than the main man himself, Makoto Yuki. Not much can be said about the guy, except that he seemed to tolerate the crazy ideas that would come out of Kenji’s mouth and that he was pretty quiet in general.
Makoto used his chopsticks to lazily grab at the noodles, crane his neck down so he wouldn't need to move his wrists up, and slurp up the hot greasy noodles to munch on. Slowly of course.
Kenji had to wonder how the guy was always able to finish before him.
Taking a quick glance to the left again, Kenji couldn't help but give a smug smirk to himself at the sight of Kaz’s cheeks full of noodles and broth. The track runner can harp on about how great a place Wakatsu is, but deep down he knows where home is, and that home is Hagakure damnit.
Done with his observation, Kenji turns back to his ramen to continue with this normal outing.
“Wow, this broth is amazing, I might get addicted if someone doesn't stop me, ahaha…”
Ah, right. This wasn't a normal outing, oh no no no, in fact this was a special outing. You see, there was a new transfer student, and a new transfer student meant a new person to convert to the wonders of Hagakure and wow he really needs to stop eavesdropping on Suimistu on his food ramblings.
This new transfer student’s name was none other than Ryoji Mochizuki, who was already proving to be a threat to the stable couples in Gekkouken High and a giant riot. What was labeled as the ‘Student Council Scare of 2009’ spread like a wild fire, and the guy didn't even get in trouble! But if there was one, no two, things Kenji knew about Ryoji, it was this:
One, Ryoji Mochizuki is completely and utterly obsessed with Makoto Yuki despite only knowing him for two days.
And two, he has a great taste in fashion.
Speaking of the guy, Kenji had to lean back and look over his obsession to look at him, and, well, he does not like the site.
There he was in all his yellow scarf glory, legs crossed, shoulders slightly crouched, using his chopsticks to play with his noodles, all the while having the biggest smile he has ever seen grace a face. Kenji felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as he saw Ryoji slowly look up from his bowl to him without moving a muscle.
Realizing that he needed to respond, Kenji quickly went back to his bowl and stuttered out “o-oh yeah man! The broth is fantastic, but the eggs really just tie the dish together, don't you think?”
“Oh really?”
Ryoji turns his head and slightly leans down to Makoto who already finished his bowl to let out a little hum before continuing.
“Well, looks like I missed out on the full Hagakure experience huh? Guess I shouldn't have let you take my eggs, haha…”
A gulp!, a burp, and a quick excuse me, to the left, Kaz of course had to open his big mouth. “Don't worry about it dude, we've been victims of Yuki’s egg snatching too.” Lifting his bowl to his mouth to finish it all off, he continued, “Besides, I think you've gotten on Tomachika’s good side so you're gonna come here a lot!”
“Dude, you act like this is the only place I go to,” slurrrrp! Kenji used his chopsticks to point at Kaz with furrowed brows and a mouth full of noodles. “YOU of all people can't say ANYTHING about hangout spots!” With a quick swallow, he turned to Makoto, “Yuki, how many times have you gone to Wakatsu?”
Makoto looks up from his empty bowl.
He gives a quick glance at his new friend.
Ryoji seems to have all of his attention on him.
He looks back down.
He tilts his head towards Kenji.
“About thirteen times.”
“Alright, and how many times have you hung out with Kaz alone?”
Blink blink
“About thirteen times.”
“Okay, and out of those thirteen hangout sessions with him, how many times have you gone to Wakatsu?”
Seeming to have caught one on where this was going, Ryoji was the one to respond instead, “I'm going to guess about thirteen times…”
Kaz turned to face Kenji, full with honor and ramen, to defend his beloved Wakatsu, “It’s because you're not a regular, man! If you only get the prodigy platter, you're obviously going to say that…!”
“I could literally say the same thing about Hagakure, the only difference is that you don't need to be a regular to enjoy the food!”
As Kaz and Kenji continue to argue, Ryoji and Makoto couldn't help but turn and share a look exchange that conveyed the message of;
‘are they serious?’’
‘oh, they're VERY serious.’
Of course, Ryoji turned back to his bowl of ramen and realized that he wasn't finished yet! Knowing that it would be rude to leave an unfinished bowl and unsure if this place did takeout or not, he quickly lifted the bowl to his mouth and ate the rest.
Hearing a shatter, most likely from a bowl dropping to the ground, Ryoji quickly cast a glance to his friends only to see Kaz and Kenji ready to engage in a chopstick fight and Makoto staring at his own empty bowl again (did he always have such pretty eyelashes?)
Content that none of the boys saw him eat, Ryoji let out a huff of relief, to which Makoto mistook that as a sign that he was full.
“I think it's getting a bit late…” Makoto mumbled out.
Now gaining the attention of the two other boys, they stopped mid fight, glanced at him first, before slowly looking over to the clock on the wall and jumped out of their seats like it was on fire.
“CRAP, MY SHOW!”
“MY MOM'S GONNA KILL ME!”
Kaz dashed out the door and with Kenji right on his tail before turning back to the counter and slammed the money for four orders down and quickly said “THANKS FOR THE MEAL!”
With that, Kenji ran out like a madman, leaving Makoto and Ryoji to themselves.
Alone
Together
“Guess we gotta go too, see you in the morning?” Ryoji offered a wide smile to the shorter (and more beautiful, in his opinion,) boy next to him.
A nod and a shrug was the response.
Both boys grabbed their school bags and went out the door, not noticing the horrified expression of the owner as his eyes followed the boy with the yellow scarf till he walked out of the establishment.
Well, he's not so sure he can even call that thing a boy considering he saw it unhinged its jaw to pour all the contents of its bowl down what seemed like the mouth.
Looking down at the bowl he dropped a little while ago, the owner couldn't help but think if he was overworking himself.
Yeah he was probably overworking himself.
At least he hopes so.