Chaotica: So….I've neglected my other fics for months, and then joined this fandom, and now I have a one shot about chocolate for ya. Sleep deprivation, do not recommend it.
Various characters/muses: *Glare in murderous rage*
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
There were many things in life that Aoba enjoyed. Sleeping, Granny's food, being around his friends, he enjoyed work, playing with Ren and music. Rarely though did Aoba indulge himself. He worked, he occasionally had a drink or two with a friend, only a few, mind you, his alcohol tolerance is abysmal. Yet nothing else really, money was needed elsewhere. Ren needed upgrades and repairs, he downloaded some music, occasionally a game for his coil, but rarely did Aoba treat himself beyond a new magazine.
When he did however, it was after a hard days work, a long walk, and a headache from hell.
On those days Aoba stopped by a local shop, not far from Heibon, and picked up a solitary chocolate bar. The woman working the counter knew him by now, and always smiled sympathetically.
So Aoba would walk home with his music blaring as if to force the pain from his head, enter the house, shoot down his pills, climb the stairs, flop on his bed, and carefully peel back the wrapper of his treat.
An almost cloyingly sweet scent was always the first thing he noticed, followed by the blurry sight of red flecks.
"Aoba?"
"Yeah Ren?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine"
Ren always waited until they got home to ask on these days, he always got the same answer.
Had he been able to care about anything but the sweet scent of the chocolate, or the pounding in his head, Aoba might have talked to Ren a bit more. Or perhaps just put his headphones back on. Instead he took a small bite of the white chocolate and hummed, squinting as the sound and vibration aggravated his head more. The soft scent of strawberry in the midst of the powerful scent of the white chocolate always comforted him for some reason. The sweet flavor cheered him, and he took a few more bites, the smooth white chocolate melting on his tongue, the bits of fruit needing a light chew, revealing a pleasant tangy flavor that contrasted beautifully with the cloying sweetness of white chocolate. He continued with the small bites until half of the bar had vanished.
At that moment though, Aobas head throbbed more insistently and with regret he tossed the half a bar onto a pile of magazines littering the floor at his bedside.
"Music, Aoba?"
Aoba sighed, sliding his headphones on and turning the sound up. Someday the pain would stop, and he'd get through the whole bar.
Sorry about the length, I've decided on some little drabbles as opposed to a full on story. My apologies.