.Junjou Romantica.
Man vs. School Lunch
Misaki entered the cafeteria with one goal in mind: he was about to take on the meanest opponent in school. A foul odor hit him that made his stomach churn, yet he still marched on. An older boy stood there with his arms crossed defiantly as Misaki passed; he was an upperclassman and the only person to ever beat this. Sumi-sempai. Misaki smirked at him as if to tell the former champion, "You're going down." After getting a plate filled with substances unidentifiable at first glance, he confidently took a seat. Word had gotten out of Misaki's self-appointed mission and kids gathered around to witness his miraculous attempt.
The brave challenger picked up his fork and prodded something on his plate. He mentally prepared himself for the grueling task at hand. His opponent: lunch… school lunch. His tactic: take it one bite at a time. It had begun! He took his first forkful of a congealed lump that turned out to be a lame excuse for spaghetti. Swallowing hard he took a drink of lukewarm milk.
Misaki took a deep breath, he was about to go up against the bow-tie pasta. He used a flat spoon to scoop up a portion of the stale, undercooked stuff. He tried not to think as he placed it in his mouth and chewed, then swallowed quickly. He shuddered and downed three capfuls of mouthwash.
Now he was about to attempt to tackle the most challenging obstacle yet… the beef stroganoff. He looked warily at the grotesque mass and jumped slightly when it appeared to be looking back! He crinkled his nose at the stench of the stuff and stabbed it viscously with his fork. Closing his eyes, he quickly shoveled it into his mouth. All of his instincts screamed at him to spit it out, but he pressed on, swallowing hard. It seemed to be fighting back.
Misaki was halfway through the raunchy entrée when he started to feel the effects of the food. Dizzy with nausea, he grimaced in pain and held his stomach, desperately trying to keep it down. More and more students gathered, even a teacher and the cook herself, as he nearly finished the so-called pasta casserole. An excited freshman, acting as an announcer, jumped up onto a filthy table and said dramatically, "Misaki has come this far but could this be the end?"
The food finally took its revenge on Misaki for daring to devour it. With just two bites away from claiming the title it becomes painfully obvious that he wasn't going to make it. His brain sent a message to his stomach, "Reverse engines." He puked everywhere and vaguely noticed that the food still looked the same. Disappointed on-lookers and the smug champion, his title safe, departed. Misaki fell over stiffly clutching his stomach, moaning, and then he noticed that the beef stroganoff was crawling toward him with the fork! Then he passed out.
The End?