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“Are you hungry, Hiei?” Kurama asks, already pulling out a pan to place on the stove.
Hiei watches, nose scrunching up at the notion. “For human food?”
Kurama gives him an amused look. “Unless you have something else in mind, yes. For human food.”
No, he has nothing else in mind. Hunger isn’t really something Hiei feels, not in the same sense that humans do. He wonders what it must be like for Kurama, to suddenly be able to feel things the same way humans do after living so long as a demon.
His gaze follows Kurama’s movements as he moves about the kitchen, the scent of whatever he’s making beginning to fill the air. Hiei’s eyes narrow out of habit, before Kurama glances at him, a small smile on his face.
“The food won’t bite, Hiei.”
The demon huffs as a plate of food is set in front of him—rice, meat, and a bowl of some kind of soup. Whatever it is, it smells good. And Hiei hates that it smells good.
“Eat up.” Kurama urges, nodding towards the plate.
Hiei stares at the food, something settling in his stomach, and grabs the bowl and sips from it.