Aoba blinked a few times at the sudden appearance of food right after he’d just begun to feel the want for it. His attention drifted upwards from the plate to its deliverer, and then followed a couple bleary moments as Aoba put himself together a bit more and assembled his awareness of the situation.
Ultimately, Aoba’s tired features resolved themselves into the same warm smile he’d turned on the Guardian several times already. It was a more tired version of it, perhaps, but no less genuine than the ones before.
“You sure you’re a soldier?” Words tumbled over his lips, thoughtless. “You’re a natural at taking care of people.”
Aoba leaned forward, picking up the plate and balancing it on its lap. Leftovers were perfectly acceptable, his stomach giving another bit of a rumble as Aoba murmured, “Even your hands…I don’t even remember falling asleep,” before putting a bit of food in his mouth and chewing.
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Ultimately, Aoba’s tired features resolved themselves into the same warm smile he’d turned on the Guardian several times already. It was a more tired version of it, perhaps, but no less genuine than the ones before.
“You sure you’re a soldier?” Words tumbled over his lips, thoughtless. “You’re a natural at taking care of people.”
Aoba leaned forward, picking up the plate and balancing it on its lap. Leftovers were perfectly acceptable, his stomach giving another bit of a rumble as Aoba murmured, “Even your hands…I don’t even remember falling asleep,” before putting a bit of food in his mouth and chewing.
Yep. Still good.