A Couple’s Ritual
Warnings: Some adult language. Please note that they ARE NOT related/siblings at all during this work, whatsoever.
“What the fuck?!”
Slamming the refrigerator door closed, I buried both hands in my hair and pulled. This would make… the third day in a row that my lunch had gone missing from the break room! First it was the roast beef sandwich I had tenderly handcrafted. Then it was the omelete. And now? My precious ramen. I’d even taken the time to hide it behind a triple-stacked bento that I could only assume was Gamagoori’s.