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Razor's stomach grumbled loudly, and he shifted his position on his chair in discomfort. He doesn't like this—he'd forgotten to bring the lunch his mom had prepared for him today to school, leaving it on the table and just heading over to school, rode the bus and arrived there like an idiot without realising what he's done.
And it was only during recess that he finally realized just how much of a dumbass he really was.
Razor looked around him to see that all of his other classmates had their own lunches with them—omelet rice, fried rice, sandwiches—and then there he was, amongst them all. He'd swore he probably looked so pitiful, staring down at his empty desk with nothing to sink his teeth on. He hadn't really eaten anything for breakfast, well, if you can count plain bread as breakfast, then sure.
It just so happens that he forgot to bring his pocket money too, so he won't be able to speedrun buying a snack or two from the cafeteria and coming back here before munching everything down like a hungry wolf. Because he is. One.
This sucks... He has a few more hours before the end of the school day, and he's not sure if he could last any longer. He feels sick from the lack of food in his stomach, but that's when his angel in disguise as his best friend walked towards his seat, before giving him the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen in his life.
"Yo, Razor! Algebra was pretty hard." He set down his lunch, and Razor's mouth watered at the sight—chicken fried rice with a sunny side up egg on top had always been a favourite of his. But he wouldn't eat his best friend's lunch, ever. Not when his stomach is just begging to be filled, but Bennett, being the I always want to help people boy that he is, immediately sees what's wrong.
"...Razor? What's the matter? Where's your lunch?" Sometimes Razor envies how beautiful and appetising all of Bennett's lunches looked—must be his dads' hard work, he thought.
Razor simply shakes his head at Bennett's question. The last thing he wants to do is make his best friend worry. And, knowing Bennett, the latter wouldn't rest easy until he finally solves whatever problem Razor has.
Bennett let out a small laugh, surprising Razor a bit. "Did you forget to bring your lunch?"
He looked away in embarassment before slowly nodding his head.
Bennett scooted closer, this time taking his chair all the way from his seat (which was just a few desks away) and sitting on it, closer than ever to Razor. So close in fact, that their shoulders were brushing against each other.
Without a moment of hesitance, Bennett took out one of the plastic spoons packed with his lunch and scooped up some of the rice, making sure to get some of the chicken and egg in the process before shoving it into Razor's mouth, with absolutely zero warning—although Razor had somehow expected this.
"Mmmph!"
Razor hungrily chewed the rice before swallowing it down in one big gulp, making sure to savour the taste of his favourite food. The restaurant bought chicken fried rice he usually has was already good enough, but Bennett's dads' cooking completely elevated the flavours—it felt like he was eating something straight from Heaven.
"Wait. Won't you get... hungry?" asked Razor. Even when he's this hungry, and he's really digging the taste of the fried rice, his main concern is Bennett—and it always has been.
Bennett let out a sigh. "What are you, a dummy? We'll share this together, of course! My dads always pack too much lunch for me, and it's rare that I actually finish everything. So I don't mind," Bennett paused before continuing, "Besides, who cares about me? You'll get hungry, you know."
Razor gaped at Bennett's self deprecating comment. "But I do." I care about you, and I'm sure your dads do too for them to pack this lunch for you, Razor wanted to say, but found the words stuck in his throat.
Bennett let out a small laugh, again. "Haha... you're right. Well, enough about that. Let's eat, okay?"
"'Kay."