The one of balanced nutrition and a healthy diet was never a battle Dazai could win — he’s no champion himself — but he is going to try.
If Odasaku has convinced him that there’s life beyond canned crab, then he can at least try to talk Chuuya into eating something more or less solid. Something that doesn’t include grapes.
“Okay,” he yields. “You win. Tell me what you want.”
Chuuya gives him a puzzled look. It’s unfair, how his eyes never appeared so blue before these days. “What?”
“Tell me what you want in exchange for a single bite, and I’ll give it to you. I will walk to town right now, if I have to.”