If someone were to tell you that the outcome for the upcoming food wars would decide the very fate of the food world itself, you’d expect the atmosphere of this train ride to be riddled with tension. But, considering the students and chefs on said train, that was not the case.
Man, I don’t think I’ve actually been this nervous before. Not even before a Beef at S., You think to yourself as you stand outside of the little bistro that you and Hiromi agreed to meet at. You smile as you look around at the scenery before you. The bistro sat in front of a cute little park where there were trees galore and some kids still playing on the playground. And the place was situated in the quiet part of downtown so there wasn’t much traffic going on letting you enjoy the sounds around you. From birds chirping to casual conversations of random passers-by.
You stood in front of your front door as your shifted the grocery bags onto your left arm so you could find you keys. Usually, you’d get takeout or bribe Edward into getting the groceries for you if he were nearby. He usually made a huge stink about doing it, but it certainly gave Envy a laugh.
A smile stretches across your features as you think of the Homunculus. It’s been at least a full year since everything went down. For punishment, the government—thanks to Edward and surprisingly Roy, gave Envy the punishment of being under house arrest for a whole year instead of having to spend time in jail. And even more lucky for you, it happened to be your house that he was cooped up in.
Dabi groaned as he opened his eyes. As he looked up at the ceiling he noticed something was off. In fact, the bed he was in wasn’t his, nor was this room. Ugh, did he have another one of “those” nights? Hmm, he doesn’t remember going to any of the clubs he frequents. His thoughts are suddenly broken from the soft groan made from the sleeping person off to his side.
“(Y/n)! (Y/n) stay with me! You promised that you would stay here with me. You promised you’d change the world right alongside me. So..don’t…go.”