Romans & histoires Momiji Eating Her Own Words

He had been forcefully snatched away from me and now, he only lives in the deepest part of my heart, buried away from everyone. From even myself. "Are you alright? You zoned off." Moji's voice jerked me out of my reverie and I looked at her, eyes huge and a little bit worried. "Yeah, of course I'm fine. Are you better now? You've completed your injections, right?" She eyed me suspiciously for a moment before she nodded. "Yeah. I'm all better now." She popped another cracker into her mouth and I watched as she ate it without a care in the world.

I sighed before copying and pasting my text before editing it. Goal: limit to at least nine words. Clueless about forming what I wanted and how to fit into nine words, I deleted some words. “Em!” Mimi’s abrupt yell made my phone drop to the couch in shock. I scurried to her room to see what was up. Opening the door, Mimi was sat up against the wall watching a movie on her laptop. She removed her headset when she took notice of me. It was kinda scary and I didn't expect her to be in a non danger situation to scream my name the way someone who’s about to die in a horror movie would shout ‘run!’ to her son.

She doesn't care about those around her anymore because the only thing that matters to her now is the food. She had never craved anything like this before. But even though she was confused because it was new to her,she still couldn't stop herself from eating. "Mimosa," the Alpha mumbled. She looked at him. "Why?" "Do you want more?" the latter asked. She blinked at him multiple times then she turned in the table and found that she almost eat the food by herself. And in an instant, embarrassment consumed her entire system. "N-No. I'm full," she stuttered.

**Haru (smiling):** “Easy. Pinch, don’t stab.” I show her the grip—thumb and forefinger on the top stick, middle finger guiding the bottom. She mirrors me, a little clumsy at first, but gets an onigiri to her mouth on the third try. **Mia (after the first bite, eyes closing):** “Oh my gods. This is so good. The rice is perfect. And the sour plum in the middle—” **Haru:** “Umeboshi. Mom’s specialty.” We eat in comfortable quiet for a minute, just the sound of chopsticks and the low roar of the cafeteria behind us.

Miho hissed promptly after she had thrown herself on the sofa, opposite where Sam was sitting. "Would…you like…something?" A shy Sam investigated. He was someone who stuttered when he spoke, especially when nervous. "I AM FINE, SAM! JUST GET STRAIGHT TO THE POINT AND MAKE WITH THE BOOK!" Miho spat and expressed every letter in her words with pure hate as if she wanted to break them. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and crossed her hands on her bosom. Sam gulped, while he shrieked with embarrassment. He cleared his dry throat and moisturized his lips with his tongue albeit he thought of words to puff.

Turning her attention back onto Tadashi, she asked him, "Do you still want to try?" Tadashi's eyes lit up as the chance to be fed remained on the table. He quickly chomped down on the spoonful of food before anyone else had anything to say. As soon as he did, his smile fell and he immediately regretted his decision. He met Naoko's smiley eyes. He had been taken for a ride. Suddenly, it hit him. Didn't she swallow a spoonful of this earlier? Was this another taunt? Well, he was not about to lose to her. He chewed the food only minimally before swallowing it down. /What's this monstrosity? How did she keep such a straight face on?!/ "Aimi-san... What's this...?" Tadashi asked with a grimace.

The maiden didn't waste a second and immediately dig into the food. "Damn, this is the life I want. But I'd rather have Mort as the first person I saw the moment I opened my eyes and found myself in his embrace, hmp." Sumire murmured while mouth filled with food and cheek puffed. She looks like a hungry squirrel while biting and chewing the food one after another. Her appetite drastically changes and she always gets hungry, most of the time. She was in the middle of feasting the delicious homemade food when something suddenly came to her mind which made her stop.

I asked teasingly. She glared at me with slightly pink cheeks, then stuck her tongue out. "Jodan desho! Sunetenai yo! (Are you kidding! I am NOT sulking!)" She quickly flicked me in the forehead. I winced. By the way, flicking in the forehead actually hurts. I didn't think they did, until Aimi started doing it to me whenever she was irritated with me. "Anyway, enough of my language..." She began to say, holding out her donut bag. She was now fluent with her English, but she was still in the process of learning. "Eat this, I do not want it anymore."

She quickly reached out for another delectable treat. "Bring me some more." "Is it actually possible to stalk targets just by behaving this way?" Putter, his voice laced with curiosity, extended his arm, presenting two succulent meat skewers to Miho. "Shut it. We're just gluttons satisfying our cravings here. It's hardly the most captivating or extraordinary thing to witness.." *munch* Miho muttered between bites while reaching out, intending to seize the skewer. But before she could, Putter instead took a handful more and shoved them into her mouth, and he also gobbled up the sweets from the other hand himself.

From looking it self could make once mind cool. They slowly took a slice from that pudding and tasted it . After putting the slice in their mouth they felt the favor more interesting. The pudding melted in the tongue which felt much more good. All looked at the judges reaction and was amazed to find out that their dish was better then others and was far greater than they all made. From reaction of judges it self made it understandable. Jessica felt even more anger towards Amy while seeing the judges reaction itself.she gritted her teeth and made a forced smile.