Fish.

Again.

The discovery of today's lunch was enough to send all lingering thoughts of his conversation-slash-interrogation with Iori out of his mind. Upon arrival at the cafeteria, he stubbornly refused to go anywhere near the serving counter. His nurse fetched a tray of food instead, insisting that he shouldn't skip lunch.

She left him holding that tray with shaking hands, which he tried his best to still as he headed for the nearest empty seat. The piece of fried fish on his tray stared threateningly up at him.

Next time (if there was a next time, which he fervently hoped there wouldn't be), he'd insist to his nurse that he wasn't "in the mood for fish." That he only wanted a salad. Something, anything, to remove the offending piece of cod from his day.

He slid into the seat, dropping the tray onto the table with enough force that the cup of juice the nurse had gotten nearly fell over. It managed to remain upright, but some of the liquid sloshed over the side.

Kaito reached for his napkin, doing his best to ignore the fish.

[For his not-twin, and possibly for his BFF as well?]