Maki Roll – MomoKai – G
Momoshiro is very proud of his maki; it’s the first time he’s ever made lunch for himself. The little seaweed rolls are all in different sizes, and unfortunately, also in different shapes (the buggers wouldn’t stay in the same shape!), but he’s happy he managed to make it. At least it’s edible, and not soaked in poison—Momoshiro will eat anything edible.
At school, he decides to go to Kaidoh to brag about his awesome maki making skills—and to steal some of his own lunch. Kaidoh is sitting in the furthest corner of the class, away from everyone else, eating a bento all by himself. What a loser.
“Yo, Mamushi!” he calls out and stomps his way into Kaidoh’s class.
Kaidoh looks up, breaking his chopsticks in half, and simply grunts at him, not amused that Momoshiro is here to bug him again.
“Whatcha having for lunch,” he asks excitedly and pulls up a chair to set in front of Kaidoh’s desk.
“None of your damn business,” says Kaidoh. He covers his bento box with his arm, so that Momoshiro can’t see.
Momoshiro strains his neck to see the box anyways. “Don’t be an asshole, let me see. I bet my lunch is far more superior than yours.”
Kaidoh scoffs. “Only an idiot would think that. My lunch is the best.”
“Oh yeah, then let me see it.”
Pride takes over Kaidoh, and he removes his arm, and Momoshiro sees the colourful little maki rolls spread across his bento, neatly arranged in a sort of colour coordination. Frankly, it looks really damn delicious, and Momoshiro is already drooling, which he quickly wipes away before Kaidoh notices. He tries to frown at the too-good-to-be-true bento box, because he can’t let Kaidoh have the satisfaction that his food looks good, and Momoshiro really wants to eat it.
“Heh, it’s just average,” he says instead.
He doesn’t want to show Kaidoh his puny attempts at making maki rolls, so he hides his bento underneath the table, on his lap. Kaidoh gives him a nasty stare, looking at him, staring at him, waiting for Momoshiro to show his lunch, which he’s not doing of course, because he’s sure Kaidoh would laugh at his face. So now that Kaidoh is completely distracted by Momoshiro’s handsome face, he uses the opportunity to steal a maki roll from Kaidoh’s bento. He immediately pops it into his mouth, and it’s as delicious as it looks. Damn.
“Don’t touch my lunch, you asshole,” says Kaidoh angrily.
“Why not, you said your lunch if the best, so why not share it,” Momoshiro adds nonchalantly, and then steals another maki roll.
Kaidoh tightens his grip around the chopsticks and growls. “Stop that!”
Momoshiro tries to go in for a third one, but Kaidoh slaps his hand away, which in turn causes his bento box to fall from his lap. It falls in plain sight and Kaidoh looks at it.
“Eat your own lunch,” says Kaidoh and then he finally starts to eat.
Momoshiro begrudgingly picks up his bento box, which he’s sure now looks even worse on the inside than it did before. He puts it up on the table and takes off the lid. The insides are all scrambled. Rice and maki rolls are everywhere, and some of them have unfolded, making an even bigger mess. Kaidoh’s eyes flick over the bento box, and then back at his own. Momoshiro hangs his head down in shame and sighs.
“Doesn’t look too bad,” mumbles Kaidoh as he pops in a perfectly shaped maki in his mouth.
“Shut up,” says Momoshiro defensively. He then prods at his food with his chopsticks, not wanting to eat it anymore, which says a lot because he’s always hungry.
A small sized, but still perfectly shaped, maki roll drops into Momoshiro’s bento box. Kaidoh pulls his chopsticks away, says nothing, and continues to chew on his own. Kaidoh’s cheeks are peach coloured. Momoshiro can’t stop grinning.
Perhaps it was worth it making his own lunch after all.