Osamu's so absorbed in the taste filling his mouth, the way the citrus and spice sting his tongue and the fatty chicken soothes the burn, that he almost misses the little noise of delight that Kita makes. But he doesn't miss it, and looks up at his upperclassman with awe. That noise was so cute, and simultaneously so hot. Distracting Osamu from a meal is no easy feat, but Kita is so incredibly worth it.

"D'ya like it?" He asks with his mouth full, having fewer reservations about it. "'S it good?"