Takumi/Udon

"Hmph. I can't believe this..." Takumi looked at his bowl of udon, frowning. "Oboro knows that I loathe udon..." He sighed as he tapped his fingers on the table, annoyed as hell. At least she could've brought him ramen, but no, she had to bring him the thing he hated most. Unbelievable.

"...What are you looking at?! It's not like I want to eat you or anything!" Takumi glared at the bowl, clenching his fists. "That stupid Oboro just gave me to you! You're nothing special!" He huffed, turning his back on the udon. The dish just simply sat there, doing nothing but stew in its own juices.

"But... But I'm hungry... And I don't mean in the way of eating." Takumi sighed. "I...I want you so bad..." He turned to face the udon and dropped his pants. "D-Don't think this means I love you or anything!"


"Takumi-sama, how is the udon I made for-AAAAH!" Oboro froze in horror at what she saw in front of her eyes. "T-TAKUMI-SAMA?!"

"GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE, OBORO!" The Hoshido prince bellowed at his retainer, wearing nothing but the bowl covering his crotch. The bowl, however, slipped out of his grip and fell to the floor, the udon noddles being scattered all over. "LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! GET OUT! GET OUT!!"

Oboro quickly ran out the room in a fright, slamming the door behind her. Takumi sat in a chair and sighed. "Damn woman... made me spill it all over." He placed his hands over his face and moaned.