The Last Dinner Roll.

Eeeeeuuuuuurrrrrrrrgggggggh.

That was the sound of a man's belly rumbling, quaking like the very earth's crust through the friction cause by plate tectonics.

This would be his first official day at the Academy; and already he had skipped a few of his mandatory integration classes. For what?

Gurgle.

His stomach was empty. Not to be confused with his head. He made his way, stomping through the hallways, and finally, after taking a few wrong turns, found the cafeteria. Onyx eyes shifted, scanning over the place; he'd scoff, after seeing how utterly... normal the place was. "Hmph. Here I was thinkin' this was a fancy private school. They don't even have a fast food joint! Tch." A few students attempted to squeeze past him, as he was standing in the doorway. They were promptly escorted away from his person, with a sudden stiff arm maneuver. Without looking back at those he had toppled to the ground, he'd start making his way toward the line. He'd gather up a tray.

Shinjin was small; by Asian standards, he might have been considered average height. But he was muscular. Thick. Corded with muscles from his neck to his calves. He could double as a linebacker, save the fact that he was under the height requirement by more than foot and a half.

He'd look past the others in the line. He was somewhere in the back. He'd glower at the idea of being so far behind. "This just won't work. Shinjin Okami shall always be... the first and best! Get outta my way, nerds!"

His tray was set firmly upon the counter, and he'd clench his teeth, growling like some deranged animal. Before those in line knew it, he'd start a warpath inside the line-right shoulder his battering ram. Some stepped back to avoid the small rampaging man. Others were less fortunate, either not hearing the man or sincerely underestimating his threat. They were plowed out of the way, with a snarl and a grunt.

He'd stop, once he was first in line. His plate never left the counter, until now, when he lifted it up to collect his pile of pasta from a lunch lady(who happened to be looking at him with a somewhat wide-eyed stare and shocked expression.)

A coil of buttery aroma suddenly tickled his keen nostrils. The scent was heavenly; never before had he smelled such a godly... smell. Onyx eyes searched around, to identify the source of said smell.

There it was. A lone roll. Glistening like a flawless diamond in the sun. It was nicely browned, with a hint of fluffy yet flaky skin.

He would have it, even if it killed him.

His nose usually would pick up the scent of the supernatural, though with his attention diverted, he did not notice the towering beast of a man moving toward him. Beady black eyes were solely focused on the beautiful roll in front of him. Mouth was agape, a little bit of drool slowly cascading down the corner of his lip as he admired the breaded gem in front of him.

"This... is my destiny. God smiles upon me with this gift... "

Slowly, hungrily, Shinji reached out, tightly bound fingers and hand shaking as they reached out to the dinner roll. He could feel the soft warmth emanating outward from it.

Inches away, now. Slowly... it was like time stood still. The roll was so close in his grasp! The tip of his finger brushed up against it.

Alas, his lunch would be complete, and his hunger sated.

That was, until he felt another hand brush up against his. Touching... his roll.

Right eye twitched in synchronization with his right hand. Head snapped to the side to regard the behemoth of a man standing next to him, and attempting to steal away his roll, the last roll... the one granted to him by diving mandate. From his side profile, Cross would only see his left eye staring up at him; this eye, it burned like a red hot coal doused in gasoline and recently lit with a match. The guy even had the nerve to call him 'punk' and tell him to find another one. This wouldn't do. Nope. He bared his own canines which were... well, somewhat sharp looking. A feral, guttural growl reverberated inside his throat. He spoke in a low tone, voice raspy and throaty.

"This is my territory, you giant-ass fool. "

His hand was still resting on the roll.

"... You're not gettin' my roll. If you don't get your hands off of it, the only thing you'll be eating is my fist! Now... scram, you lumbering oaf."

He'd fake a lunge at him, only to pull back after snarling viciously up at him, like any animal would do to make a large for back off. He'd start to turn his head back to look at his golden brown morsel, regardless of whether Cross backed up or not. He'd even begin to curl his bandaged fingers around the body of the roll.

Haleth was grabbing lunch - something quick before the next class! - when she heard something of a ruckus starting up. She turned curiously only to see the bright red that was like an unfortunate arrow of doom pointing at Cross - who seemed to be arguing with someone.

Nope nope nope nope nope.

She immediately started turning, but flinched when she heard him screaming out, "TITS AT TWELVE O'CLOCK!"

Oh my god, no. Just. No. Haleth had been caught half turn, meaning that there really was no way to mistake who he was pointing at. How dare he bring her into this stupid squabble? And to call her 'Tits' like that? Her hair turned dark as though to express her displeasure.

Her temper boiled, but it wasn't fair to the other students to go off on him here.

"Detention!" she shouted right back at him, glaring. "You and your friend there!"

She looked at them both and turned on her heel to exit the cafeteria; She went to file the appropriate paperwork. She'd be seeing both of them in detention. Cross apparently hadn't learned anything from the last time she'd seen him.