Namimori High School Festival

Bullet 3: Baking is So One-Sided

"Tsuna, I don't know about you, but I wished we never presented those desserts during that celebration," Enma said, grating the coffee beans with an old-fashion style coffee bean grater since he didn't have the luxury of those automated ones on hand due to the school budget. (Actually, Reborn does, seeing him drink coffee while appearing from his many hiding spots located in the school. He just wanted them to do it themselves).

Instant would have been faster, but after living and being tutored by Satan reincarnated Hitman, his and Tsuna's (residing with the Acobaleno so much longer) tastes couldn't handle the now labeled sludge of coffee.

"Don't remind me," said other sighed deeply, his eyes glancing at the girls (Chrome, Kyoko, Haru, Hana, and Bianchi if you have forgotten). He shivered upon seeing their lusting eyes watching his every move, not to mention the utter awe the rest of his classmates were directing at them (which they were bluntly ignoring since they didn't want to die just yet) as he started making the cream and watching the chocolate melt.

"I was sure my arms were going to fall off when they took a bite into my chocolate mousse cake. It's such a simple recipe, yet they insist mine is, in their words, 'So much more delicate and richer than any store they went to.' They asked for seven servings. Seven!"

"You should have heard them comment on mine: 'It's not bitter and smoother to take in, please make more Enma-kun!'" the red-head shivered placing an ongoing flame under the bulb full of water and a cloth-filter snug tight atop of it awaiting the water to boil upwards. "The way they said it made me wish I was facing Bermuda again." He started the timer to the side, just in case he forgets as he makes the strawberry parfait. "Anyways... Tsuna?"

"Hmm..." the other hummed in response as he folded in the melted chocolate into the air saturated cream.

"Should we do something about those two?" he thumbed over to the cheering duo of a certain Rain and Storm Guardians. "They are kind of embarrassing."

"You can do this Jyuudaime's!"

"Go, Tsuna, Enma!"

"...." The brunette looked at them with blank half-lidded eyes, sighed again and returned to his work, making the cake batter while the cream was cooling in the fridge. "Don't bother. They will keep doing it even if we ask them not to."

"Oi, you two better not be slackin' over there while I am doin' my hardest over here!" Nobuyori yelled pointing at them with a spatula full of... cookie batter...? Wasn't something like that supposed to be firmer... not like the downright drippy water consistency?

"Ummm.... Sure...?"

"This is why I told him that he was never going to be a patissier," Suzue muttered face-palming in embarrassment.

Everyone sweat-dropped, unsure if they should insert on that comment, it was just terrible... On another note... the dame-duo's... two people who always seemed to trip over nothing and seemed not to be able to do anything right... Right in front of them, is creating something that may seem simple but very sophisticated at the same time.

The students were practically in a daze. It was as if they were dancing; gracefully doing everything in such perfection. And some had to admit; they looked downright hot.

~Vongola Style~

Half an hour later, there was an (extra) large chocolate mousse cake, and many elegantly made strawberry crème parfait in the fridge ready for the lunch break. A fresh batch of old-fashion made espresso, topped with a little bit of whip (leftovers from Enma's or Tsuna's) and a dash of nutmeg, ready for everyone to try right away.