"Using a fork is a bit inconvenient. They should have included chopsticks in the supply crates too."
The ramen in the mess tin was bubbling away.
A mouthwatering aroma wafted up, teasing their appetites.
"…"
Ichinose unconsciously swallowed her saliva.
Ramen wasn’t something she particularly liked.
But maybe because of the sticker stuck to the back of her neck, the scent felt irresistibly tempting.
