I sat at the lake, my coat removed and only what was beneath to be seen. Another thing I'd taken off was my pair of sunglasses. I stared down into the lake, looking to the side to see that man just eating. Always eating. In his hand was a leg of barbeque chicken, and a bucket of them to his side. Not inbetween us, but next to him and only him. Somehow it made my blood boil that he never even shared. He never thought that I could be hungry, so he never offered.

"Mm," he said, grinning. "That shop makes the best barbeque stuff, huh, Shino?"

I turned my head to him. "...Sorry, what?" I hadn't been paying attention. He didn't even make eye contact when talking. And he didn't even use an honorific.

"Don't you agree that the shop makes the best barbeque stuff?" he repeated himself, chewing while talking. It hit me that he probably didn't know how rude and how hurtful he was being. He also never considered I hadn't tried the shop's cooking.

"...I have never tried it, Choji-kun." I took a deep breath. It wasn't hard to hold myself back from violence or getting people back. I was always on the receiving end of hurtful statements and harmful jokes. But nobody noticed. They all said I sulked a lot, but in my position, they would sulk.

"Oh." Finally, I saw a glint of something in his eyes. Guilt. But I felt guilty for giving him that feeling. "Well... you want to try some, Shino-kun?"

I smiled, for the first time in a long time. He remembered to say an honorific, and was being generous. "Of course." He held out a leg of chicken to me, which I took a bite of and found I quite liked the taste. "Thank you, Choji-kun."