An Acquired Taste

Jaune Arc's mother was concerned.

Lately, it seemed that her son had been eating nothing but large quantities of cereal. More specifically Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes. He had sampled it, innocently enough, one breakfast morning, and from then on had apparently developed quite the taste for it.

He would consume the cereal each day without fail, not just in the morning but for snacks, sometimes even in lieu of a proper, square meal.

Certainly, her son was still only a teenager with a well-functioning metabolism and didn't run much of a risk of gaining weight. Yet she couldn't help but worry he wasn't getting adequate nutrition from this indulgence alone. It couldn't be healthy for him.

In actual fact, Jaune didn't really care for the cereal at all.

It was far too sweet for his liking, and he wasn't particularly fond of the marshmallows included in the cereal. It was breakfast, not really the time to be eating candy.

He had always preferred food that was made fresh and hearty in favour of the processed and pre-packaged. Something that permeated love and care.

Yet, he endured in spite of this, savouring each flake, each individual bite. He continued to eat the cereal, every day. In the morning, for the occasional snack. His desire for the treat was motivated less by his taste buds and more by a fascination with the attractive, red haired model that graced the front of the box.

Each day his eyes would scan the box, captivated. Absorbing as much information as possible on this girl he had become so taken by.

Pyrrha Nikos.

A star athlete from Mistral. Someone whose skills had broken records and earned cereal sponsorships. A girl his age, someone who could be just like him.

Or at least he hoped.

Little did he know, they already shared a mutual dislike for Pumpkin Pete's cereal.