Blessings of Stardust: Promises of Ramen

This too shall pass
but there's a lot of stressful stuff at the moment.  I know this is right after Christmas, sorry about that :(  for a happy season there's a lot going on that sucks.  But the good people make it worth it.
I tried to ignore it all since this is supposed to be a happy season but it didn't quite work and my productivity is suffering for it.  Not drabbles.  I'm ages ahead, thank goodness.
At least I got GitS so I'm more ready for the movie & have more inspiration for writing this so that's good I guess?  I think I'm gonna buy myself Dr Strange the day it comes out because I need this to make it through everything
If you need them, know that I will always send psychic/electronic hugs.  Because people shouldn't be hurting.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Persona 4 Ghost in the Shell inspired au
Summary: post-mission Narukami SL
Word Count: 200
Rating: Gen

        “Hey, Hanamura,” Narukami calls, and the brunet slows, turns quizzically.
        Hanamura’s really a cheerful person.  Smiles a lot.  But they haven’t really talked, and he wants to get to know the people on his team better.
        “You want to get some ramen?” he asks casually, and that’s definitely a smile in return.
        “Oh, man, I’m starving.  Just lemme grab my gear.”  Then he pauses while pulling on his shoes.  “This is okay, right?  I haven’t memorized that giant tome of a manual thing yet.”
        It earns just the slightest of tugs on the side of Narukami’s mouth.  Which is more emotion than he usually shows.  “You couldn’t just write that into your memory?” he asks, curious, and the brunet pauses.
        “Huh.  Yeah, I probably could.  I never considered it before.  That could’ve been really useful in college,” he states thoughtfully, before shrugging.  “But then, rewriting people is always dangerous, so I shouldn’t do it casually like that.”
        Yuu blinks.  Hanamura hadn’t discussed that before.  Then again, wasn’t that what this was about?  Learning both the man and the skills?
        The brunet picks up the beaten orange messenger bag from the locker with his name and nods.  “Okay, lead on, Captain.”