Chapter 3

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Muichiro's Pov.

Snaky and I spent the rest of lunch time watching the clouds, peacefully without saying a single word to each other. He's completely quiet and mystery like a snake ready to attack their prey. He's nothing like the rumors that describe him as cruel and heartless. He's calm and composed from what I'm seeing. He doesn't show a whole lot of emotions.

The bell eventually rings, letting us know that lunch break is over. Snaky and I turn around and head to the exit. Snaky grabs the handle to twist the doorknob to open the door and let me go through first. I go down the stair as I hear Snaky shuts the door and follows me quietly from behind. No word is spoken between us.

"...which class do you have again?" I forgot what he's schedule is.

".... cooking/baking," Snaky bluntly responds.

"....so, you're in the same class as me..."I accept his answer.

I grab his wrist and drags him down the hallway and makes a right turn. I can feel his blue eye staring down at me. To others, it may seem like he's glaring at me, but to me, I can sense his curiosity. He's not doing anything to stop me from dragging him to our cooking/baking class and enter. I see a lot of people glaring at him with hatred and fear. Gyomei narrows her eyes at him for being so closed to me, and I don't pay attention to her.

I bring him to my cooking area and make him stand beside me. He's going to my cooking/baking partner, whether people like it or not. I roll up my sleeves and put on my apron. Then I wash my hands with soap after I tie my hair up and uses paper towel to dry them. Snaky takes off his black leather jacket and puts it on the stool, leaving his elbowed sleeve t-shirt. I can see the muscles in his arms.

He puts on the apron and watches his hands The cooking/baking teacher eventually enters the classroom and instantly pales at the sight of Snaky standing beside me, yet, there's so much hatred and fear in her eyes. I really hate people like them. Judge people by their actions, and not their reasons to committed those crimes.

"Greetings everyone! I'll take you attendance first," the cooking/baking teacher gives everyone the heads up.

She picks up the clipboard and observes everyone to see if we're missing a student or not. I never understand why teacher cares if we're here or not. They're just teaching us boring subjects to get paid. Once she is done doing that, she places the clipboard on the desk and stares at us. She clips her hand for no particular reason.

"Today, you'll have to cook something that you and your partner have to work together. It can be anything you want as long as it's teamwork," the cooking/baking teacher smirks down at Snaky as she says that. She knows that this is going to be a challenge to Snaky to see if he will cooperate with me or not. "Begin!

"......What do you want to make? I question him.

"Onigiri...?" Snaky murmurs. He seems unsure about what to make.

"Alright...let's make onigiri," I decide to go along with it. We get the ingredients and the dishes that we need to make at least 10 of them. Then we begin to make them, according to the recipe, and I'm just about to put some sugar in the rice when Snaky immediately grabs the wrist that my hand was holding the sugar.

".... it's salt, not sugar," Snaky speaks in a low voice. He takes the sugar out of my hand and puts the salt shaker in my grip instead. He places the sugar back on the counter.

"Oh..."I reply.

We rub some salt on our wet hands and places the steamed rice in our hands. We form them into a triangle, making sure it is dense and thick. We add umeboshi on rice and push the filling into rice lightly. Then we hold the rice between palms and form the rice into a round, a triangle by pressing lightly with both palms, securing filling in the middle.

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