#hate the summary tho imma prolly change it i just spent a Long time editing and don't wanna look at the fic anymore lol

[that-was-anticlimactic]

sun comes streaming through the window (& i can't sleep anymore)

Kenji shook his head. “It’s not that, exactly. I sleep whenever I eat. So I always sleep after breakfast, lunch, and dinner. By the time it’s actually time to go to bed, I’ve already slept an hour or more depending on how much I eat. I already wasted hours of my day. And…” he sighed, huffing, “I have trouble sleeping at night if I sleep during the day.”

Fukuzawa warned him that food may be an issue with Kenji, but neither of them even thought about how his ability could mess up his sleep.

The more Kunikida learned about Kenji’s ability, the more it upset him. Not because Kenji caused trouble, but because he’s still just a kid. His ability messed with the way he ate—it's almost like he’s on a diet.

Kenji had the kind of strength people would kill for, the kind of power people have died for, but it came at the price of eating.

[or, five times someone from the agency noticed kenji had a strained relationship with eating and sleeping and one time he didn't]

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