HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Normally, I would write a Thanksgiving-themed fic, but instead, I am going to focus on a what-if scenario of what would happen if Magi had been inflicted with a pandemic. Specifically, what would Judal do if he could go out at all? Enjoy, stay safe and stay well!

Pandemics suck.

That was the first thing that appeared evident once the stupid virus started spreading. Once it it did, the effect was immediate.

Homes closed. Beaches closed. Schools closed. But most importantly, fruit shops were closed.

That could only mean one thing...

"MY PEACHES!"

Judal, upon hearing the news that his favorite fruit/peach shop had closed down, had immediately leaped out of his ridiculously big and fancy bed, and sped down to the peach orchard in the Kou Palace courtyard.

Luckily for him, the courtyard was still open and the trees were overflowing with peaches. Ripe and perfect for the picking.

So, naturally, Judal did what any sane person would do-he picked each and every peach tree clean of its juicy fruit, planning to hoard it for himself.

And if anyone asked, of course he had every intention of sharing with anyone who wanted a piece of his loot. Really, he did.

(No, he didn't.)

As soon as the very last peach fell into his hand, he zoomed away straight back into his room, and proceeded to lock his door. And his window. And his closets filled with peaches.

(What? He couldn't be too careful. Do you know how many peach thieves are out there?)

(Just the one, but who's counting?)

And thus, Judal prepared for Doomsday, content with his peaches.

...until two weeks later when he was down to his very, very, very last peach.

He tried to ration them, he really did!

But they were just too tasty. Those yummy, delicious, beautifully shaped peaches that just screamed "EAT ME!" while sashaying those seductive hips and dripping off that sweet, alluring scent...

...Yeah, you can see how he had 1000000000000 Peaches to just 1 in 14 days, 336 hours, 20160 minutes and 1209600 seconds.

Of course, just as Judal realized he had eaten most of his beloved peaches and one had the precious one left, he did the natural thing:

He freaked out.

"NO! NO! No, I'm not gonna eat you. Not you, you, my delicious, lovely, sweet peach. You are going to stay here, in my room, safe and sound until the bad disease leaves." He lovingly stroked the peach. (Anyone getting chills?)

"I'll keep you safe and with me wherever I go. Nothing is going to hurt you." (Dear god, he was actually crooning. The Magi of Kou Empire was crooning to a peach!)

Judal swore the peach turned around in his hands to stared up at him pleadingly. "But Judal! Being eaten by you is my destiny! It is an honor to be the last meal eaten by the Great Judal-sama!"

Judal resisted. "No, never!"

"Eat me!"

Resist. "No!"

"EAT ME!"

Must resist. "NO!"

"EAT. ME!"

Must. RESIST. "NO!"

And that was that. No way was he going to eat the very last of the peaches he had worked so hard to save from the horrible disease outside, no matter how soft the overripe peach felt in his hands; nor how sweet-smelling it was to his nostrils, and definitely not how juicy and tangy it was to deprived taste buds-

When Kouha went to check up on Judal once lockdown was over, he was not at all surprised to see a very fat Judal holding a half-eaten peach in his hands and belching like no tomorrow, while surrounded with peach seeds scattered around him.

Judal blinked his eyes open. "Kouha, we're out of peaches. The world has finally ended. I can die in peace." Then he closed his eyes and passed out.

"...okaaay."

("Hey, Judal, you know we have more peaches growing in our green house, right?")

("WHAAAAATTT?!")