<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ryuu nodded as he whined, waiting patiently to see how he would ultimately respond. He always could find something elsewhere if his friend really hated the idea. But there was just something about the greasy food that he loved. He grinned as he finally gave in, filled with a sudden excitement for food that he knew was not healthy. “You could always get diet soda.” He murmured; eyes squinted as he waited for the familiar argument over the evils of diet soda. He drank it for taste, at this point. And because he really did not need any extra calories or sugar. “Save your high-calorie treat for, well, a treat.”<br/><br/>He polished his glasses on his shirt and peered up at the menu as they stood there, shaking his head at the salad selection. “I’ve tried those once while I was on a diet. They have more calories than the burgers. You’re better off with grilled chicken. Or lightening up for once and having a burger.” He teased. He was visibly excited while they waited for their turn to order, smile a little brighter as he all but hopped on the balls of his feet. It was terrible, he knew, but he loved junk food.<br/><br/>When their turn came, he ordered a double cheeseburger, a large fries, and a large soda combination meal, feeling a bit embarrassed to do so with his slim best friend next to him. He thought the girl behind the counter might have been making fun of him for his order and shifted awkwardly while he dug in his uniform pocket for his wallet.<br/><br/>“No, I can’t let you do that, I’m the one who wanted to eat here.” He protested at the mention of Ito paying, digging for his debit card faster so he could set it on the counter for the girl to ring up their meal. She smiled as she saw Ito, of course, which did not endear her to Ryuu in the slightest.<br/><br/>But he forgot about her when Ito’s phone buzzed, his friend clearly not happy with whatever message he saw. His father, it had to be.  “Tell him I’ll help you study. Whatever gets him off your back.” His eyes had narrowed in displeasure. He didn’t like the man, even if he was Ito’s father, and it was difficult to hide that. At least, when they were alone. When he was over at Ito's house, he made him nervous, truth be told.<br/><br/>“Moment of truth, Ito. Burger or salad?” He teased, waiting for him to respond so he could put the other half of their order in, along with an ice cream for dessert. He had picked up the disgusting habit of dunking his fries in it, thanks to Ayano.<br/></span>