Chouji for winter winds!
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
xvi — kindness
Kagome buried her face within her hands, her back hunched over as she sat motionless on the swing.
"Don't cry… don't cry…" she whispered repeatedly to herself, though even as she did her breath grew shakier and the coils in her shoulders more taut. "Don't, don't, don't—"
Munch munch.
Her body stiffened, and the girl's cognitive processes screeched to a halt.
Crunch crunch crunch—as well as the indiscreet crinkling of foil.
She slowly lifted her head from her palms, dewy eyes ablaze with indignation. Who was it that had the nerve to disturb her in so inept an hour?
Akimichi Chouji, her rotund classmate from the ninja academy—that was who.
Kagome straightened her posture when she saw him standing in front of her, holding out his bag of chips.
"What is it, Chouji-san?" she demanded, a mite more emphatically than she would have under normal circumstances.
He regarded her blankly through the slits of his eyes, motioning to his offering. "Eat."
Kagome squinted accusingly at him. "Look, if you're trying to poke fun at me—"
"It'll make you feel better," the boy asserted, nodding. "I promise."
Uncertain, Kagome contemplated her classmate. And then his bag of chips.
She gave in with the aim to humor him.
.
.
.
Those were the best damn chips she ever had; they were so incredibly delicious that she was sobbing as she ate them.
Are you eating it? Or is it eating you?
—Larry Cohen
Author's Note: Who doesn't love comfort food?