It started out innocently enough, or so Dino thought.

Romario had come back to the estate with a bag full of ice cream, handing them out with a grin. "We've got chocolate, vanilla, and a bunch of others, boss! Everyone, grab one!"

Dino took his usual pick—vanilla—and offered one to Hibari, who had been lounging in the corner of the room, looking disinterested as ever.

"Kyoya, you want one?" Dino asked, holding up the bag.

Hibari glanced at him, then at the bag. After a moment, he replied coolly, "What flavors are left?"

"Uh… strawberry, mint, and… some kind of mango thing?" Dino said, digging through the bag.

Hibari shook his head. "I don't feel like it."

"Really? But it's ice cream!" Dino teased, waving the bag slightly. "You've gotta like at least one flavor in here."

"No," Hibari repeated, a hint of finality in his voice.

Dino let it go, but the incident stuck with him. The next clue came a few days later at dinner.

They'd ordered fried rice from a local restaurant, and Dino had been eagerly digging in when he noticed Hibari at the other end of the table. The aloof prefect was silently picking through his food, carefully separating the vegetables from the rice with his chopsticks.

Dino raised an eyebrow. "Kyoya, what are you doing?"

Hibari didn't even look up. "I don't eat peas."

Dino blinked. "Peas? What about the carrots?"

"They're fine."

"And the green onions?"

"No."

Dino watched, fascinated, as Hibari continued his meticulous task. The once-mixed fried rice had become two distinct piles: one of perfectly edible grains and another of rejected vegetables.

Romario, passing by with a tray of drinks, caught sight of the scene and chuckled. "Boss, I think our Kyoya's a picky eater."

Hibari shot him a glare that could have wilted a garden. Dino stifled a laugh, finding the whole thing oddly endearing.

And it didn't stop there.

One evening, Dino invited Hibari to a casual dinner with his men. The spread was impressive, with everything from pasta to grilled meats. Dino filled his plate generously and noticed Hibari had barely taken anything beyond plain rice and a few slices of grilled chicken.

"Kyoya, you're not eating much," Dino commented.

"I don't eat that," Hibari replied curtly, gesturing toward a bowl of creamy soup.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It looks… excessive."

Dino couldn't help but laugh. "You're full of surprises, you know that?"

Hibari merely gave him a withering look, but Dino thought the faint blush on his cheeks was telling.

The final revelation came on a quiet drive home. Dino was behind the wheel, and Hibari sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window.

Dino reached into the bag of snacks he'd brought along and pulled out a packet of chips. "Want some?"

Hibari turned toward him, eyes narrowing slightly. Instead of answering, he reached over and gently placed his hand over Dino's, motioning for him to open the bag wider. Dino obliged, holding it out for Hibari to inspect.

After a moment, Hibari shook his head. "I only eat the BBQ flavor of those."

Dino burst out laughing, nearly swerving the car. "You're unbelievable, Kyoya. You're a grown man, and you're this picky?"

Hibari crossed his arms and looked away, clearly unbothered.

Still chuckling, Dino rummaged through the snack bag with one hand and pulled out a packet of marshmallows. "What about these? Don't tell me you've got marshmallow preferences too."

Hibari glanced at the bag and gave a small nod. "I eat that one."

Dino shook his head, still grinning as he handed it over. "You're so picky, but it's kind of cute, you know that?"

Hibari ignored the comment, opening the marshmallow packet and popping one into his mouth. Dino just smiled to himself, thinking that his skylark, quirks and all, was perfect.