I opened my eyes back up to find Osamu's eyes glued onto mine. A soft blush painted my cheeks as I looked down.

"Is it good?" Osamu asked.

I nodded, setting the glass down.

"I had it fortified with iron." Lance piped up, looking over at me. "You were looking a little underweight for a time. ..Now, you're starting to get a little plump, so I may cut it back."

I nodded shallowly and took my chopsticks in my left hand.

"Vigil's not fat!" Osamu whined at Lance. "He has a wonderful body!"

It was a bit fitting to me, because compared to Lance and I, Osamu was a little on the heavy side himself. Although, I wouldn't call him fat.

"If you say so..." Lance grumbled back.

"So with that being said, I don't want you tampering with Vigil's blood supply!"

Lance let out a tense breath and looked up at Osamu.. and back down to his food. "...Okay."

..It was a big no-no to annoy Lance. I just kept my head down and let them fight it out. Osamu was a fool.

Even so, there wasn't really a fight, thankfully. After that, they kinda just shut up and went on their dinner. I was honestly really glad they didn't fight...

I looked up at Osamu to see if everything was okay and he looked pretty content. As he ate, his plumps cheeks puffed out and when he swallowed, they kind of bounced. They were honestly really cute.

I looked over at Lance and naturally, he had a small scowl. I think that was just his resting bitch face, though.

I opened up my chopsticks and picked up one of the rice balls, the soy sauce dripping from the bottom of it. I let it drip a little and then took a bite out of it. When I took a bite, I got a little taste of rice, but mostly, my mouth was full of fish! It was bursting with flavor and as soon as I swallowed, I took another big bite, eating up the rest of it.

Thank god there was one more, because there was no way my taste buds could have been satisfied with just that tease. I surely gobbled that one down too before soaking it in the tangy soy sauce. It was quite uncharacteristic of me since I'm usually the type to savor things. It was just so good.

It grabbed my glass and took a sip. I say sip, it was more like a gulp. A violent wave of pleasure ran through me and it caused me to shiver and let out a heavy breath. I'm positive Lance and Osamu heard me, because they both turned to look at me. My eyes fluttered open and saw their's. ..I feebly smiled. I felt cornered in this moment.

I should pace myself...

I don't want to make a fool of myself at the dinner table in front of my masters.

It was a little too late, though.. I was already heated down there.. I figured I'd take a little break to let my body cool off.

My eyes locked with Osamu's who had his eyes still on me.

He smiled. "Are you a lefty?"

I blinked a few times and pressed my lips into a tight smile, a hot blush adorning my cheeks. I nodded. Indeed. I was a left handed person and was holding the glass and had handled my chopsticks with my left hand.

"That's probably why you're so peculiar." he poked.

My smile faintly dropped and I returned to my food.

Ow...

Lance and Osamu both started chuckling at me.

I looked up at them in confusion.

What's so funny...?

"It's a joke, silly!" Osamu laughed.

"He was being facetious." Lance added.

I blinked. "..Oh."

Wow, I'm dumb.