Spicy
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Despite his criticism of the food, Eiji had a secret love of spicy tuna rolls.
The boy in front of him was perfectly comparable to the food, an otherwise mild food, with a spicy, fiery personality. A rebellious kick, painful yet addicting.
His orange hair looked like he hadn't brushed it in his life, and the purple headphones smooshing down on it tamed it, somewhat.
He was skinny and pale, but the look in his deep blue eyes gave you the feeling that he could snap you in half without even trying.
It was a shame that he appeared to have a rather pretty girlfriend.
He strutted out of the store (Why didn't I just say 'hello'? Instead I insulted him!), followed by the swarming fans, like mindless sheep. Don't get him wrong, Eiji loved his fans dearly, but sometimes he enjoyed being alone, left to his thoughts.
Because, secretly, Eiji, no 'The Prince', cared, even though he was supposed to 'not give a damn'. He cared about Shibuya's trends, he cared about his popularity, he cared. He cared. He did give a damn. And, when he was alone, he liked to ask himself, 'where am I going in life?'. Why was he so… so… fake sometimes?
And this boy resembled all that he wished he could be, he wished he could just truly be himself.
And with those thoughts, Eiji slipped into his house, shut the curtains, and turned on the T.V., watching his DVDs of that lame American movie 'Twilight', which he loved, and ate a large container of spicy tuna rolls, thinking about that wonderful boy the whole time.
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My first TWEWY fic, and I write about Eiji Oji, the Prince of Ennui. Dammit, I wanted my first one to be a humor fic about Neku/Beat/Rhyme/Eri/Shiki/Josh friendship. DX.
I hope you enjoyed some Eiji stuff…