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Back to hating exposition dumps. The duality of man

Listen, in Kuroki's defense, the leaning tower of pizza (yes, that was spelled right) was, in fact, very heavy. He thought it was perfectly normal to stumble a little bit while picking it up.

Unfortunately, he stumbled into someone that was, apparently, an egg enthusiast.

"Shit!" He said, whipping around as fast as he could without sending everything toppling over. "I'm so sorry."

"Freshmen these days," the person 'cursed', and it seemed like that would be the entirety of their conversation, but then his eyes fell to his plate. A tiny smirk made its way across his face before he tamped it down in favor of annoyance. "Because of you, the egg in my pasta is broken."

Kuroki looked down at his bowl. Indeed, his egg had broken. He quietly pondered over how exactly that could have even happened, before deciding that that didn't matter.

He exchanged mildly confused looks with Enma and Ace. But, if he had been looking for an answer as to why their senior had randomly pointed it out, perhaps he should have been looking at Deuce, who had adopted the kind of expression one might wear if someone had committed murder right in front of them.

Kuroki opened his mouth to apologize, again, because that seemed like the thing you were supposed to do in this kind of situation, but Ace beat him to it:

"So?"

Damn it.

Their senpai's expression darkened slightly. "So, you just ruined my meal! I mean, everyone knows that breaking the egg is the best part of eating your carbonara."

Kuroki was pretty sure that the pasta was the best part of carbonara pasta, but he wasn't too fond of the idea of escalating this situation, so he kept those thoughts to himself.

He did not keep his plate to himself, though, he handed that off to an already struggling Enma (who glared at him, obviously) in preparation for the fight that was surely brewing.

"Well," the boy's friend chimed in, and oh great another person. "How are you going to pay him back for it?"

"For a single egg?" Grim scoffed, which, yeah. What he said.

But also Kuroki desperately tried to get between them, hands waving wildly in what he hoped was a placating gesture. "Senpai, the egg is still in your food," he started.

Enma nodded his agreement, a pleasant smile in place. "You can still mix it in, right? No harm no fowl?"

Kuroki resisted the urge to step on his foot. He would get him back for that pun later.

Actually, it seemed like the two elders would get Enma back for him, because the friend – now and forevermore called Lackey in Kuroki's head – gritted his teeth. "Do you think this is a joke?"

"Of course not," Enma said. You know, like a liar.

They didn't seem to believe him, but they let it go. Kinda. It seemed like they just wanted to focus on their objective:

"How about you guys give up that grilled chicken as compensation?"

Grim puffed up in anger, and Kuroki only just reacted in time to grab him by the collar and jerk him back. Flames roared over the steadily forming crowd's heads, singing the tips of their senpais' hair.

Okay, great, so they were escalating this, then.

Kuroki started slowly backing away. "Shit, sorry," he said, because denial is a hell of a drug and he really didn't want to fight people who outclassed him in every way.

The original delinquent, who Kuroki was beginning to call Egg Guy mentally, started pulling out his wand. "You should really get a handle on that familiar of yours."