I Want Eat Your Pancreas の小説・ストーリー

Micah’s POV The smell of pancakes hits first. The kind that feels like comfort and home mixed in one. Sandra is mid rant about how Alessandro’s mother fed her “like she has been starving since the last century,” and Alessandro is pretending not to laugh. “Do not look at me like that, Alessandro,” Sandra says, stabbing her pancake. “I saw you sneaking an extra plate last night.” He smirks. “That is what is called appreciating good food, not gluttony.”

And just like that I was certain he was not going to speak again. After the walk-through ended, I rubbed my stomach dramatically. “I’m starving.” Ethan gave me a look. “What do you want to eat?” I groaned. “I don't know but I’m tired of food that comes in tiny dots, I want real food. Bread, pasta and sauce. You know—things that weigh something.” “There’s this place I know,” Ethan started. “No,” I interrupted, “you’re going to suggest some place that serves $100 sushi made with gold leaf. I need grease and carbs. There’s a honey Italian spot near my apartment. They serve pasta like they mean it.”

i asked him. "You can't eat yourself,that's called cannibalism!" "I meant..the pancake! A piece of pancake!" I furrowed.What a naughty boy! "Ohhh..okay..the pancakes! Yes!" He winked at me. What the hell,did he thought i was saying?! Grrrr! Anyway,i don't care,i just wanted to eat that yummy mouth-watering pancake! Dylan grabbed a plate and placed the blueberry flecked pancakes carefully on it,like a chef. Butter slided slowly down the pancakes, leaving a thick yellow trail behind it. The warm maple syrup was drizzled on the pancakes,thus, covering them in a brown, thick and sweet blanket. The visual only ,made my stomach begin to shout "Hunger,hunger,hungeeeeeer!"

“This is it. This is how I die. Buried under paperwork. Remember me as a cautionary tale.” Brandon popped his head around the corner, spoon in hand. “Did you say something?” “No,” I snapped. “Unless you’re here to teleport me into a parallel universe where internships don’t exist, I’m busy suffering.” “Great,” he said, disappearing again. I blinked. “What?” Before I could yell at him, he reappeared—this time with a plate stacked with pancakes, syrup practically drowning them, and that annoyingly perfect smirk on his face. “Introducing: Pancake Intervention. Or, as I call it, Intern-vention.”

Reading it made her stomach churn,she did not like what the girl said,and to her it felt like it was Dominco that was with her against his will, turning off her phone she threw it on the bed,she was really frustrated as she planned on how to tell Dominco she wanted to leave, dragging herself she got out of the bed as she went down the stairs and towards the kitchen,she realized the more she stayed on her own the more she thought about everything and she was not ready to cry again,the moment she entered the sitting room she smelt pancake, noticing her senses increased especially her sense of smell, smiling she walked towards the dining and sat down, tapping her fingers on the table she realiz

he couldn’t contain the funny bone that had now broken and erupted from within, joyous spouts. And those spouts were contagious. Because soon enough, even I was doubled over, laughing my heart merry. We slumped onto the floor, backs against the counter, sharing bites of what was left. Some were undercooked, a very minute portion was perfectly cooked, and a lot of it was left to soak in the sink, blackened, destroyed, and a telling of our recklessness. “We’ll leave that for Muzan,” Edric joked and laughed again. “He’ll kill us,” I cackled as we broke the pancakes. I offered him more of the good things and took the undercooked parts because I knew that even if it was perfectly cooked, I wouldn

Anna We are all eating at the pancake house, and I'm unhappy. It doesn't taste bad or anything. The pancakes are delicious, but I had been looking forward to eating seafood. Though, you can't have everything. "I'm so happy we came here," Lynn is happily chewing and looking around the table. Once she spots an ice cream truck outside, her eyes light up even more. "Granpa, can we get ice cream after dinner? Please? It looks so tasty, and I'm not full yet."

Alice "You can't stay locked inside your room forever, Alice. And you need real food! It is not healthy for you to keep eating sugar all day. Please, will you stop eating ice cream for dinner? No wonder you're so short!" I put aside my bowl, feeling hurt because Dior hit the bullseye. Whatever Ben & Jerry's is how a girl survives. I take another bite, talking with my mouth full. "You're not my mother, Dior!" The man glares at me, crossing his bulging arms across his chest. I'm not too fond of his fit physique right now. Damn him standing there looking like fitness materialized while I'm eating pure diabetes for dinner.

the Druid said. We went to a restaurant a few blocks away. "Huh! I thought you were going to take me to some fancy diner with strange food like pizza. We eat these too you know, with olive oil, honey, and buttermilk. They are so meh!" "Oh trust me when I say those ancient pancakes of yours got nothing on these. Try it with this delicious syrup and you will not want to go back ever."

However, his eyes harden at the plate, and he glares at me. "What's this, Lulu?" he asks me with disgust. "Pancakes, Santo," I replied without emotion. He lifts one of the pancakes with the tip of his fork and pushes the plate in front of him. I shake my head and get up to grab the various condiments one of the maids brings: jam, homemade whipped cream, liquid chocolate, caramel, confectioners' sugar, and toasted pistachios. I swear to God that if I can get him to die of diabetes from my food, I'll give away whole boxes of candles to all the churches.