"Just a taste?"
[Name] sighed. This had been going on for the past several minutes. Ever since she set foot into the room, holding that delectable bar of heaven.
"I shared my chocolate with you!" Mello argued.
"Yeah, once. And that was only because the piece you gave me fell on the floor." [Name] calmly answered before taking a bite out of her candy bar.
Mello opened his mouth, but couldn't come up with a legitimate comeback. He knew [Name] was right. He didn't like sharing any type of sweets with anyone. Not because he was greedy.
Chocolate was always an outlet for Mello. It calmed him, almost like a drug.
And the fact that he was out of that delicious substance, unable to satisfy his craving, was starting to get under Mello's skin.
"I'll pay you back."
"Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?" The young girl asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mello bit his tongue. He wasn't exactly a patient man, especially in a situation such as this.
"I'll take you to t
“Is it real?” Armin asked slack jawed.
“Course it’s real, look, smell it!” Eren replied, eyes wide. You took a deep breath in with all the rest of the cadets, inhaling the tantalising scent that defied belief.
“Chocolate...” You whispered quietly. Sweet, sugary, rich- just the aroma was like a big warm hug. You, Armin, Eren, Jean and Sasha had been cleaning one of the many rooms in the HQ, when by chance Armin had stepped on a loose floorboard, to reveal the brightly wrapped, albeit dusty bar.
You hadn’t seen chocolate in years, let alone tasted it, however from what you could remember, it was one of the finest foods you’d ever had. Food wort
Beep. Beep. BEEEEEEEP.
Opening the door a slender hand reaches into the microwaves pulling out a pink heart. Lifting up your shirt to tuck it beneath your chin, you pull the waistband of your sweats out sliding the heating pad down onto your abdomen.
“Sweet, sweet merciful god,” you groan out leaning against the counter. Unwrapping a Ghirardelli chocolate, you pop it into your mouth rolling the sweet across your tongue letting out a delighted moan.
Oh, that’s good.
Resting your head onto your folded arms on the counter, you groan when a cramp hits you. Grunting you press down harder on the heated pad.
God if only those damn pills would kick in now.
Standing up you grab your Camelbak water bottle off the counter to take a drink. Feeling your pocket buzz, you bite onto the straw idly chewing on it while you pull your cell out typing in the pass code. Swiping right, you groan when another cramp hits causing you to bend over, “Son of a