*
He had never been a picky eater. At the very least, Suga would eat whatever was available as long as it tasted good. Beef wasn't exactly his favorite as he preferred chicken, but it was something he could eat without complaint.
But, somehow, over the past few days, just the sight of meat made his stomach turn. His mind would instantly conjure images of cows lined up for slaughter, and the thought gave him chills. Sometimes, he even imagined he could smell them— though he knew it was all in his head.
He had never thought this way before. If there was meat, he'd eat it. Simple as that. But lately, his appetite had been completely out of sorts.
