"Why did we ever make this club?" Makoto asked while shaking his head.
" Because we know what will happen if we didn't." Kyoko answered. By now, everyone was starting to drift off into their own realms. Mondo had left the room to scold the boy he called 'Ishi', Mikan couldn't stop saying she was sorry, Junko looked not only amused but bored as hell, and Komaeda started talking about things related to hope for no apparent reason.
"Hey! I still got a story to tell! Alright, EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Teruteru yelled over the discord which didn't really stop the chatter. In fact, everyone talked a bit louder to block out the chef's words.
"Ah, this is a bad idea," Makoto sighed to himself as he started to walk over to Junko, " Hey, Junko?"
"Yeah?" she said looking up from her current nail inspection to look at Naegi.
" Do you... Have a hammer? Of any kind?" Makoto watched Junko's face morphing from bored to shocked to suspicious to bored again.
"No." she bluntly stated and crossed her legs.
"You're lying. " Kyoko said from where she still sat across the room.
"Wha-?! How the hell do you know that?! I-" Junko started to rant but then stopped. "Ugh, yeah whatever. Here," The blonde reached inside her purse and soon pulled out an instrument that resembled a childish gavel.
"Thank you," Makoto smiled and walked back over to where Kyoko was. She'd already brought out a stool and a big red button. "Urgh, this feels so wrong." Makoto murmured as he hit the button with the hammer.
Confetti-like stars shot out from the button and an unbearable tune started to play making everyone quiet down to see what the commotion was.
Since everyone was paying attention Nāegi tried to turn off the music. It wouldn't stop playing. When he realized Makoto's attempt would be futile, Mondo went to the stool and smashed the button with his fist making the sound die down.
"Thanks" Makoto whispered.
"Yup" Mondo said as he sat down again.
"A-ahem," Makoto nervously coughed, " Alright now that I have your attention can we move on to hearing Teruteru's story?"
"I would be delighted to share!" Teruteru exclaimed. He stood up from his chair and started his story....
YOU ARE READING
That One Teruteru Story No One Wanted
Short StoryI tried to make this a good story. Instead it became this. This book is dedicated for all those people out there who thinks the Ultimate Chef needs a little more love. Rated mature for swearing.
