[Eyebrows raise at Fudou willingly eating that tomato, all too familiar with how he was in middle school and high school, poking around his food or sneaking the red vegetables onto his own plate (or Kidou's, if he felt daring enough). Fudou had certainly changed a lot while he was gone, whether it was hair or the way his eyes seemed softer than they were as children or the way he dressed like he could afford nothing more than what you could find at a thrift store.
Sakuma...didn't feel like he'd made the same kind of changes. He'd grown up, sure. He'd gotten a lot more stoic, maybe, but that'd come with the territory of taking the Kidou Group and Teikoku on your shoulders.
Maybe in the mix of all that, he'd been blind to the world moving past him. Then again, Fudou had been the one to cut that connection off. His eye closes, stuffing those feelings down back to where they belonged, and opening it only when Fudou speaks.]
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Sakuma...didn't feel like he'd made the same kind of changes. He'd grown up, sure. He'd gotten a lot more stoic, maybe, but that'd come with the territory of taking the Kidou Group and Teikoku on your shoulders.
Maybe in the mix of all that, he'd been blind to the world moving past him. Then again, Fudou had been the one to cut that connection off. His eye closes, stuffing those feelings down back to where they belonged, and opening it only when Fudou speaks.]
Are you calling me...
fat.