"Ew," she mumbled as she bit into the treat the girl beside her had offered. Anko's nose wrinkled, her expression souring. "It's so sweet." She swallowed again, just in hopes of taking the flavor away. Still, as bitter as she felt, she went in for a second bite. "What is this called?"

The girl, Kurenai-something-or-other, stared at her for a second before laughing. "You're so strange! It's called dango, Anko-chan. Haven't you ever heard of it?"

She said nothing in response, knowing it would be a lie for either type of response. After all, in this life, Anko hadn't even so much as looked at sweets, and in her past—well, she'd rather not think about it. Nevertheless, Anko settled for masking her silence by biting into the second ball on her stick.

It was thick as she let it come into her mouth, and disgusting.

With a shiver climbing up her shoulders, she inhaled what was left of the dango before tossing the stick aside. Turning up her nose at it, Anko felt miffed at having had to eat it, but she refused to think about if she had decided to waste it.

"Kurenai-chan," she started, swiveling on her heels to look at the dark-haired girl, a perilous hand to her hip, "we can be friends, but only if you never bring dango to school again. Got it?"