I Can Fix Her

Chapter 4: Y/N Officially Meets Sadako

Y/N took a deep breath as all the ingredients laid out before him. "Alright, how do I want to do this? Should I just do what I used to make for Yui?" After some thought, he decided to just go with that. He doesn't have the time to do something completely new.

First off, clean hands. With that done, Y/N set out on making rice. Sure, he could use yesterday's leftovers, but his mom would beat his ass if he did. Thus, he filled the rice cooker with rice and added tap water, keeping his pointer finger touching the surface of the rice. Once the water reached the first line of his finger he turned the tap off. He plugged in the rice cooker and let the machine do its job.

Carbs were taken care of, so now it was time for proteins. Y/N put a pan on the stove before grabbing some glizzy's from the fridge. While the pan was heating up, he took a knife and expertly fashioned the glizzy's into octopi. Adding some oil to the pan, he cooked them until the legs started to open up. Placing them into the box, he finished by adding sesame seeds as eyes.

Y'know, for a delinquent Y/N is surprisingly domestic.

As he continued working on the bento, Yui entered the kitchen groggily.

Y/N sighed, realizing his mom's plan to get some extra sleep. "Gimme a sec sis. I'll fry some eggs."

Yui sat at the table half asleep and mumbled a thank you.

Y/N finished making the bento, and began the process of frying the perfect egg.

Perfection.

//First Period//

Y/N was crouched behind the school, skipping class. He tried passing the time twirling his phone on his finger but quickly was growing bored.

"Tch. Why'd Hideki have to go and get himself suspended?"

"Yo!" Y/N looked at the voice and saw a group of gyaru walking over to him. "Do you mind if we like, hang out here?"

"Damn right I do! Find your own spot to skip class!"

"Woah! Totally uncool dude." On of the gyaru complained. "C'mon, let's check out the roof."

"Nah." One of them responded before taking a picture with her phone.

This gyaru had the typical look. Tanned skin, blonde hair with blue highlights, and gaudy makeup. She was about a head shorter than Y/N.

"Oi. Delete that." Y/N glared.

"Nuh uh. I like this spot, and I'm not giving it up easy." She showed Y/N the photo. "So here's how this works. If you don't let us stay here, I bring this pic to the student council."

"But then you wouldn't be able to use it either."

"What can I say? I'm a petty bitch. If I can't have it nobody can."

"And I ain't afraid of being your plastic surgeon." Y/N rose to his feet and glared down at her.

"Oooh! Do it! Do it!" The others took out their phone cameras and began recording.

"Do you want to get suspended? You look like a momma's boy, and I doubt she'll be happy watching a video of you beating on a poor defenseless girl." The Gyaru looked up at him with a smirk.

"What's your name?" Y/N asked, his glare never faltering.

"Mayumi Terusaki." She winked at him. "Why? You interested?"