Reizo cocked an eyebrow at the remark, but remained otherwise silent. He looked almost content to sit there and take long drafts off the cancer stick dangling between his lips. Was this the same kid he’d met in the anti-bullying room? The same kid who’d actually managed to get under his goddamned skin with that one little remark? Well, maybe he’d developed some sort of death wish between now and then.
When the two bowls of ramen were slid in front of the boys, Reizo looked at his for a moment, almost appraisingly, before he put his cigarette out. In Kou’s bowl.
“I didn’t know you were so health conscious, buddy! I hear the soup in ramen is pretty damned good for you.”
He powered Kouchisei’s face into his refilled bowl, malicious grin cutting his face in half.