The phone rang. I got up from my bed and answered it.
[Good evening, Ayanokouji-kun.]
"Good evening, Horikita."
[You are aware that tomorrow you will have to cook for Amasawa-san, right?]
"Well yes, after you basically forced me to."
[I apologize for forcing you, but it is needed to get Sudou-kun a partner. If you'd like, I'll pay half the points that Amasawa-san makes you buy. At most, it should be around 10,000 Private Points, right?]
"Thank you Horikita, but..."
[What is it?]
"I want some food as well."
[What?]
"I want you to cook me a bento in return."
[...]
"Is that fine?"
[Fine. I'll make you a bento.]
Yay. Horikita's food. If you want me to do something, you have to use food as a trap or a reward.
[But, Ayanokouji-kun. What do you intend to do regarding cooking? I don't think I've ever seen you bring home-cooked meals for lunch.]
"Don't worry about it Horikita." I stated.
[... Do you have a plan in mind? I was about to suggest wearing an earpiece and I give you the instructions.]
"Horikita, what do you think I've been doing these past few days?"
[Don't tell me.]
"Yes, your assumption is correct. Over the past few days, I have studied exactly 458 recipes."
[How—]
"Who knows."
Thanks to my extremely-reliable photographic memory, I was able to memorize entire recipes within seconds. I was able to cover around 200 recipes within an hour, so it didn't take much time away from me.
The only time-consuming process was learning how to operating cooking utensils and techniques. I had to watch videos on double-speed in order to not take too much of my time.
At this point, I am convinced I can become a Michelin Star Chef.
[Hah... At this point I have to make you a good bento, or else it wouldn't be worth your efforts.] She said.
Efforts? What is that? It was only a total of three hours out of my time.
... Three hours that could've been used thinking about freedom, or something.
"Yes, make it the best bento possible. I put a lot of work into this." I lied.
[Then, make it the best dish possible as well. The meet-up time is almost here. It's best if we hang up now.]
"Mhm." I hung up the phone.
I stared at the time on my phone. It was currently 15:29, a minute before Amasawa was supposed to arrive.
The time advanced forward, as the clock hit 15:30. At that exact moment, I heard a voice call from outside my room—
"Senpai!~ It's me!~" She called.
I opened the door, and a girl with scarlet-colored hair, with a grin that gave a dangerous and mischievous vibe.
"How did you get in..." I asked.
"Oh! I simply asked a senpai to let me enter! His name was... Um... Ikea Pantie? Ikea Kanji? Something like that."
Ike, what have you done.
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A Sincere Dream
Fanfiction"She seems... Familiar" Recognizing the girl with blue eyes and blonde hair standing in front of him. He wished to befriend Nanase Tsubasa-the friend of Matsuo's son. In order to fulfill Matsuo's dream.