"Hey, Yuuko? I think I'd better work with Kanato today. I don't think he really knows how to cook." You gave Yuuko an apologetic smile as you headed over to Kanato. "Hello Kanato. Do you mind if I work with you?" He turned on you, eyes burning with fury as he took hold of your wrist covertly, crushing it tightly in his fist. You winced slightly but refused to make any sort of noise as he leaned in closer, eyes meeting yours as if daring you to cry out for help.
"You dare come over to me after what you said to me? You really are just dumb prey." He hissed, hand tightening on your wrist.
"I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean it. I was just confused and maybe a bit angry. I don't want to use you. I didn't even know you until two days ago and I already live with you so why would I have ulterior motives? I just want to be nice, I suppose. If we're living together doesn't that make sense Kanato?" You said, trying to ignore the fact that your fingers were going numb. He released his hold on you abruptly, mouth turned down in a frown as he glanced down at your already bruising wrist; you stared at it in dismay, thinking there was no way you'd be able to hide that while you were cooking. "Kanato, if the teacher sees this I really don't have an excuse for it."
"I don't care." He snapped, and you scowled at his turned back, unrolling your sleeves. If they got dirty then that would just be tough luck, you supposed, not wanting to think about Reiji's opinion on you walking round for the rest of the day in a dirty shirt.
"Ok class! We'll waste no time as what we're doing has changed slightly; since it's miss L/N's first day we're doing a second cake class!" There was a buzz of chatter across the room, and plenty of smiles. Clearly this 'cake class' was a favourite. The teacher turned to face you, giving you a smile. "Y/N, cake class is basically a cake competition we hold on the first catering lesson of the year; each pair makes and decorates a tiered cake and a winner is chosen. The cakes are then brought to the cafeteria at lunch for everyone to enjoy as they choose." You nodded, thinking that it was quite a nice idea; the class was quite large so there'd definitely be enough cake for the all the students in the night classes. You looked over at Kanato to see he had an actual smile on his face; it was faint, but definitely there. He noticed you watching him and gave you a ferocious glare, yet you didn't avert your gaze.
"What would you like to make?" You asked him, and he opened his mouth, clearly about to snap at you. "No. No more arguing, Kanato." You commanded softly, holding up a hand. "We are going to get along and make an amazing cake that will win, then we're going to eat said cake, and it'll be delicious." He stared at you for a moment, as if stunned that you would even have the nerve to talk back to him. "I don't want to argue with you. I know you think of me as just a pathetic human that you feed on but...can't we at least try to be on good terms?" You didn't wait for his answer, going to collect the ingredients you needed to make cake and the decorations for it. You returned to your workstation to find he hadn't moved at all. You sighed, getting a large mixing bowl and setting it on the scales, pouring the flour and sugar into it. You reached for the butter, dumping it into the bowl then you snatched the eggs up, mind wandering to your current issues. The thought of going back to that mansion made you feel faint, and you gasped as one of the eggs slipped from your fingers. You closed your eyes in exasperation, yet the expected splat of the egg hitting the floor never came. Your eyes flew open to see Kanato directly before you, eyes strangely clouded as he held out the dropped egg.
"You really are worthless." He mumbled, handing it to you. "Would you...make buttercream? For the cake?"
"I...of course. You can't have a cake without buttercream after all!" You answered with a smile. He nodded slightly, reaching out and gripping your sleeve, eyes firmly fixed on the floor.
"And...can it be purple?"
"As purple as your hair, Kanato." You giggled, for a moment forgetting who he was and what he'd done to you as you reached up and gently patted his head. Your eyes widened as your brain caught up with you and you attempted to tug away from him. "I'm so sorry I wasn't thinking I—" his eyes met yours and your voice trailed off, heart beating painfully fast.
