It's pretty standard at these restaurants here, though back home in Japan, it's spicier.

[It's like everything here, it's close to home, but not quite he finds. Then there are the entirely strange things from other worlds or countries; he assumes this as they make little to no sense to his brain.

Sushi, he understands; he even made sushi for his roommate and friend on Gokudera's birthday. When her hand touches his, he offers nothing more than that patient smile, letting her settle into the touch how she wants, his hand relaxed beneath hers.]

That doesn't seem fair; everyone should get to live their life in a way that makes them happy.