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"Y/N throw this junk!" He pulled my lunch plate and threw it to the side while placing his usual plastic bag in the center of the table with a thud.
"How can you eat these when I can make you an even better lunch!!"
"The same as everyday?" He would throw my lunch to give me a mix of grilled chicken breast and variable kinds of vegetables.
"Nope this time it's special." He smiled while I released a heavy sigh already daydreaming of sweet chocolate cake or even just rice. He looked inpatient to show me the special plate he made.
He shoved his hand into the plastic bag and fished out a lot of small of what seemed like side dishes. And then the final piece of the puzzle. The main dish.
"Grilled chicken legs with separated vegetables because I found out that you don't like them when they are mixed together!!"
"..."
"I started to believe that you're a bunny hybrid and not a normal human."
It seems strange to say this but I love hearing him laugh like that. his laughter is a melody to my ear drums. A music that I'll never get tired of.
