CLASSROOM OF THE ELITE X QUINTS: Complicated Feelings

La Douleur Exquise

In the night before the fated day arrives. A light strawberry haired girl in a white apron is standing in front of the burner with a spatula on hand. Under the clean garment hides a mocha brown sleeveless turtleneck dress that erotically shapes the girl's curves as well as her voluptuous breast.

The guest was whipping for tonight’s dinner in the kitchen, meanwhile the owner is sitting in the living room watching television.

Ayanokouji's eyes are on the screen but his gaze pierce through it. He still hasn't solved the mystery of why out of all time, Ichika suddenly barged into his room this evening, carrying ingredients.

‘She should be having her final review right now, but instead, she’s here in my room.’ he sighed.

Well, he'd done his best on his end and Ichika is already capable enough for the midterm based on their meeting yesterday.

However, it's not a justified reason for her to slack off on the last day of preparation.

Cooking dinner for him might be her way of giving her appreciation for his help in all those times. That's what Ayanokouji concluded after almost half an hour of thinking.

‘…..Wait! Can Ichika cook?....’ a cold sweat trickles in his skin.

A crucial question, may decide if he will live the next day or not, just crossed his mind.

Ayanokouji clearly remembers the contents inside the folder and it hasn't ever mentioned Ichika's cooking skills.

Everyone has their own strength and weakness, if Ichika is good at creating a fake facade, who knows when it comes to cooking.

Even if her little sister, Nino, is excellent in the kitchen, it doesn't mean Ichika can do the same.

‘...... This is…. She's not planning on poisoning me right?....’

‘Come to think of it… Ichika always threatened me that she would have her revenge whenever I pissed her off over something …’

He discreetly glanced at the girl in the kitchen and found her humming with her arms crossed facing directly the boiling saucepan.

Ichika just recently finished putting all of the ingredients of the curry inside the stainless cooking pan then closed it with its lid, waiting for it to cook.

She also prepared another two saucepan and one medium sized deep pot on her side, the cooking pans are for the curry roux and broccoli and then the last pot for cooking rice.

With a glance, Ayanokouji can tell Ichika knows whatever she's doing. But it still didn't erase his anxiety about the chance he’ll eat something that is supposed to not be digested considering she has the reason to do so.

‘I’m confident in my adapting skills… Some even called me a genius in adaptability… but I never once thought to adapt, specifically my stomach, in consuming bad food.’

‘But if I were to not touch the food, apparently I'll look rude to her. I can't simply ignore her effort in making it. Even telling her to taste it first, won't change anything. Creating an avoidable strain after all of those progress in our relationship just because of my unfounded anxiety.’

He closed his eyes then sighed.

Ayanokouji's eyes change after opening it, firming his resolve whatever happens, happens. All of his efforts going to waste is the last thing he wants, even if he'll have a stomach ache during the exam, he can simply finish it fast, as long as he won't return from scratch.

‘It is what it is.’

He gripped the side of the couch and gulped, thinking what he felt if his life would start to flashback in his eyes.