Post by kousuke on Dec 21, 2019 9:38:33 GMT
Kousuke gave a light bow to the cooks before putting his yen on the pay-tray in the lunch line. Once he'd given his money, he took the tray with his food and walked off to make space for the next kid in line. After that... he turned and looked out over the Lunch Rush cafeteria. It was a grand hall, the biggest dining hall on-campus, with gigantic bay windows, a staircase for a second floor entrance, and row after row of extra-long tables. Each of the rows that they made were separated by little brick walls, which had planters on the top for some greenery. All in all, a gorgeous space that many flocked to during their lunch hours.
Kousuke was one of them. Not because he liked the cafeteria per-se, but because he never brought his own lunch. He couldn't cook even halfway decently, and he was alone at the apartment his family had arranged for. No personal chef. No Uncle, either. Just him and a dozen recipe books and a freezer full of microwave meals. Which he couldn't really heat up at school. So, cafeteria food it was. Thankfully, UA had a whole team of professional chefs working under the pro-hero Lunch Rush to make their food. Which meant lots of varied cuisine every day. Today it was Italian... though some traditional Japanese dishes had snuck in among the pastas and lasagnas and lamb and antipasto.
His tray was filled with little ham and cheese slices, gnocchi, some sort of fish dish with other noodles and vegetables, a salad with vinaigrette dressing, and a bowl of white rice. He also had a cup of milk and another cup that he'd filled with water. All in all, a heavy-looking meal... At least the pasta was some strange, whole-grain creation. So it wouldn't sit in his stomach and refuse to come out.
The boy's legs carried him to a relatively empty table near the edge of the rows. There were a couple of people on the opposite end of where he chose, but Kousuke didn't care. He was just glad that there was an open spot somewhat away from people...
After sitting down, Kousuke took a napkin off of his tray, and put it over his legs. Then, rather than chopsticks, he grabbed a fork and used it to scoop up noodles from the fish-dish, roll them, and shove the noodle wicks in his mouth. As he ate, his eyes scanned the cafeteria... peering over students, analyzing their uniforms, any apparent quirks, demeanor with each other, and various other details.
Bloom Rena Ogawa
Kousuke was one of them. Not because he liked the cafeteria per-se, but because he never brought his own lunch. He couldn't cook even halfway decently, and he was alone at the apartment his family had arranged for. No personal chef. No Uncle, either. Just him and a dozen recipe books and a freezer full of microwave meals. Which he couldn't really heat up at school. So, cafeteria food it was. Thankfully, UA had a whole team of professional chefs working under the pro-hero Lunch Rush to make their food. Which meant lots of varied cuisine every day. Today it was Italian... though some traditional Japanese dishes had snuck in among the pastas and lasagnas and lamb and antipasto.
His tray was filled with little ham and cheese slices, gnocchi, some sort of fish dish with other noodles and vegetables, a salad with vinaigrette dressing, and a bowl of white rice. He also had a cup of milk and another cup that he'd filled with water. All in all, a heavy-looking meal... At least the pasta was some strange, whole-grain creation. So it wouldn't sit in his stomach and refuse to come out.
The boy's legs carried him to a relatively empty table near the edge of the rows. There were a couple of people on the opposite end of where he chose, but Kousuke didn't care. He was just glad that there was an open spot somewhat away from people...
After sitting down, Kousuke took a napkin off of his tray, and put it over his legs. Then, rather than chopsticks, he grabbed a fork and used it to scoop up noodles from the fish-dish, roll them, and shove the noodle wicks in his mouth. As he ate, his eyes scanned the cafeteria... peering over students, analyzing their uniforms, any apparent quirks, demeanor with each other, and various other details.
Bloom Rena Ogawa