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Liliadent Krauser scrunched his face as he tried to make out whatever Kintaro was saying. The combination of Kintaro’s Kansai accent and quick paced speech made him hard to understand sometimes. And just when he really felt like his Japanese was coming along too…
“Something something Captain Shiraishi something... you want to try one?”
Kintaro eagerly held out what appeared to be a small box of chocolate truffles.
“A gift from his captain.” Echizen translated, not looking up from his novel.
G-gift!?
Liliadent Krauser did well in English class, but even he made mistakes about false cognates sometimes. He was only a middle schooler after all.
He thought about it a bit and decided it made some sense. He’d seen Kintaro’s manga and understood enough snippets of conversation to gather that captain Shiraishi had a strange obsession with poison. So, it wasn’t that much of a stretch for him to think Captain Shiraishi had given Kintaro a box of poisonous chocolate.
The part Krauser couldn’t puzzle out was why Kintaro seemed so happy about it. That’s when it occurred to him that Kintaro was very scatterbrained and a little dumb. He might not have fully understood what was happening.
Then, much to Krauser's horror, Kintaro opened the box and looked like he was about to select a piece of chocolate.
“No, that’s toxic!” Krauser quickly snatched the box out of Kintaro’s hands.
“What!?” Kintaro pouted. “I’m not a dog!”
Echizen looked up from his novel and snickered.
That’s when their fourth roommate, Fuji Yuuta, suddenly barged in. “Stop, Kintaro those are--”
Fuji Yuuta stopped talking when he saw the situation before him. Krauser was holding the box of chocolates high above his head and Kintaro was desperately waving his hands and repeatedly shouting give it back! give it back! Echizen was watching the entire thing unfurl, amused.
“There was a mix up.” Fuji Syusuke appeared behind his brother.
“Kintaro, I believe these are for you.” Fuji Syusuke held up a very similar looking box of chocolates. “And those are mine.”
“But these are…” Krauser's brow furrowed as he and Fuji Syusuke swapped boxes.
“Wasabi chocolates? Yes, I know. I really like them, but they’re not for everyone.”
“Wasabi!?” Kintaro looked absolutely horrified. “I’m sorry,” he glanced over at Krauser bashfully, “I should have listened.”
Two dictionaries and one Atobe Keigo later, the boys finally figured out the root of their original misunderstanding. Well, Kintaro was still a bit clueless but he was certain about one thing.
Liliadent Krauser was a true friend.