Tamaki had a weakness for crémets, or cream hearts. They were a French dessert, and it had proven devilishly tough to get his hands on the stuff ever since coming to Japan. Especially since his grandmother kept him to a relatively small allowance.
He loved them.
So every year for Valentine's Day, Tamaki's regulars all knew that the way to his heart was paved, not with chocolate, but with crème.
Kyouya had few fans, but the few he had were diehard and dedicated, and even they could not discover his favorite food. Just as well, because they wouldn't be able to give it to him.
In November, a full five months after February, Kyouya received this food as a birthday present.
A re-gifted crémet. God alone knew how Tamaki managed to resist it for so long.
Kyouya always ate slowly.
Hikaru and Kaoru were similar in many ways, but also different. Never was this contradiction more obvious than when they were eating.
Hikaru, when sampling a commoner's 'hot dog', had discovered the joys of ketchup. It was a commoner method of imitating blood on the dish, to convince themselves that they were really the alpha male.
Kaoru knew that Hikaru was just guessing. Besides, surely mustard was better by far.
Mori didn't have a sweet tooth. He wouldn't ever have had a compulsion to eat something like this if it hadn't been for his Mistukuni.
He knew the dangers of allowing the older boy to make him eat things better than most. He knew that he had to fight the urge.
But still, every time he gave Mitsukuni a box of chocolates, any raspberry-liqueur-filled, white chocolate truffles would mysteriously vanish.
Hunny was addicted. There was no other way to say it. Milkshakes and cakes and strawberries and candies were all shoveled into his stomach. Now, even Mori no longer batted an eyelash at his unhealthy habit.
But he also trained every day. Everything he ate was immediately turned around and released as a huge, maintained power up.
It's true; Hunny secret is at last revealed! He is a Super Saiyan!
Haruhi liked to be busy, to be using her hands. When she got home, she powered though her homework in a few hours. After that was housework, cooking and cleaning and laundry. Then cooking dinner for her and her father.
And then what could she do to keep busy? Just eating the food she had prepared. Then making more.
It wasn't an obsession, though. She could stop at any time.