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"Donuts make you sad. Donuts make you cry. When the person you like ups and says goodbye. I'm feeling so plain. I'm feeling old fashioned. My live is kind of stiff. My days have no passion. There's a hole in my life. I've lost in my twinkle. It hurts so bad right here in my sprinkle. But now I'm moving on to better days! I'll powder my nose, I'll put on some glaze. My pain's a day old. No I won't be a quitter. Someone will love this sweet apple fritter.. It feels better now. Donut!" Natsu hummed as he made his way back towards the dojo. He had heard the wonderfully ridiculous tune yesterday and it had been stuck in his head ever since. The fact that both his name and the contents of the little bag he was carrying along were related to the song had nothing to do with it. Not at all.
He had been practicing in one of the many available dojos at the Academy. It felt good having all the professional equipment available once more. During his undercover mission opportunities to train had been few and far between. He had kept up a basic training schedule, but it paled in comparison with the luxury of dummies with various difficulty settings, stacks of informational scrolls, racks with weapons of every kind and Raiden knew what else. Of course, no person could keep up a rigorous training program without nourishment. So he had set out about an hour earlier with the intention of grabbing a light meal. Intention being the keyword.
You see, as much as Do Natsu disliked people mistaking his name for the type of pastry that sounded very similar, he also absolutely adored the small spherical piece of dough. And so, as he walked past one of his favorite stands he had been unable to resist to buy a few. By now, most of them had been devoured. He still had three in the bag, hidden away in his backpack. It demanded all of his willpower to resist the scent of the donuts, their aroma escaping via the openings of his pack.
Soon, my dears. Do not worry, all of you will be eaten in dear time! And if I've got anything to say about it, that time will not be far away either. He assured them in his mind, already licking his lips in anticipation.
He slid one of the dojo's door open and was treated to a most peculiar sight. His training spot had been taken over and by the look of things not necessarily to train either. A red-haired girl straddling a blond boy, atmosphere simply buzzing with raging hormones. Natsu's eyes flashed wide open, quickly slinking back into the corridor and sliding the door shut as quietly as possible. Then again, with the intense moment the duo had been sharing he doubted they'd noticed him. Contemplating his next course of action just outside the door, Natsu faced a dilemma. He didn't want to appear as a pervert who was ogling couples and their business. However, the training rooms were public property and most certainly not intended for such things.. right?
His mind working on solving this equation, a challenge more difficult than deriving the Helmholtz theorem, he stood there with a pensive frown. To a random by passer it'd probably quite a curious sight. An 18-year old Chunin hiding from a bunch of kids. Finally coming to a conclusion after a minute or so, Natsu figured it was his duty as Chunin to see to it the training rooms were used for it's proper intention! Sliding the door open just an inch again, he noticed the two weren't dry humping each other anymore and instead a girl had joined them. In the room, not in the dry humping. Don't let your fantasy run wild! Thank Raiden he was rid of the plight of informing the young ones about the birds and the bees. Though odds were they already were quite aware of such things.
Would it be safe to leave now? Or would they try and continue as soon as their companion left? Would she join in perhaps?! Hey, don't blame me. I said you shouldn't let your fantasy run wild, not that Natsu would have such control. Just as he was about to step in, the girl burst loose in a torrent of words.
A love confession? Now?! Natsu thought bewildered, before the words got registered and it became clear it wasn't anything even close to it. Had he been mistaken all along? Well, that certainly was awkward. But it also allowed him to get away without an embarrassing reprimand. It was then he realized the flap of his backpack had fallen open and the aroma of the donuts had been creeping into the room for a good minute or 2 now. He face palmed, hoping they wouldn't notice the lovely scent of pastry coming from the door he was hiding behind.
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