After returning from underground, Son Goten still couldn't make sense of things, so he decided to treat himself at the Dango Shop.
Goten had barely sat down, his seat not even warm yet, when someone commandeered the place opposite him.
Mitaraishi Anko leaned back in her chair, crossed her long legs, and held up three fingers to the owner.
"Three servings of red bean dango, one matcha daifuku, and two honey dumplings. Extra sweet, all of them."
Goten had just picked up a dango with his chopsticks when a pair of hands snatched it away before it reached his mouth.
Anko stuffed the dango into her mouth, chewed twice, and grinned at him.
"Too slow, kid."
"You're stealing my food?"
"That's what you get for being slow."
Without another word, Goten slapped the table and called to the owner.
"Sir, I'm buying every dessert in the shop today."
The Dango Shop owner's hand trembled, dropping a skewer into the sauce bowl.
Anko froze for a moment, then stuffed the last dango in her hand into her mouth.
"You think you're so great just because you're rich?"
"Being rich really is great."
Goten pulled the entire plate of honey dumplings in front of himself and wolfed them down, one per bite.
Not to be outdone, Anko leaned forward, reaching across the table to snatch them.
As she bent over, her coat fell wide open at the neckline, thrusting the full curves outlined by her fishnet underlayer right in front of Goten, leaving her pale collarbones and cleavage in full view.
Goten's hand paused.
Anko grabbed the honey dumplings and drew back triumphantly, completely unaware of what she had just exposed.
"Got them."
"...You win." Goten pushed the rest over, the corner of his mouth twitching.
This woman had absolutely no idea