Hazuki grimaced, sticking out his tongue slightly.
"I don't want to eat lemon bun again… urgh!"
He shoved the half-eaten sour atrocity aside like it had personally insulted his ancestors.
Still mumbling, his gaze drifted back toward the tray, scanning the remaining buns—untouched and waiting.
Ridan hovered nearby, his misty form wobbling slightly from trauma.
He sniffled.
"Ughhh… that lemon bun attacked my soul..."
Then, his eyes lit up.
"Ooh—this one looks nice!"
The little spirit reached deliberately for a soft, golden bun filled with creamy custard and topped with a shiny glaze, shimmering like a holy relic under the morning light.
Just as Ridan's misty hand was about to touch it—
Swoosh.
"Mine."
Hazuki snatched the bun mid-hover, holding it triumphantly in one hand.
Then, he bit into it right in front of Ridan's floating face.
Chomp.
"Mmmmmm~," he moaned exaggeratedly, eyes fluttering. "So soft… so sweet… ahhh, what a perfect bun..."
