You turned to Yuuko with a smile, deciding it would be best that you give Kanato the space and time he needed to calm himself down.
"Let's get cooking." You said cheerily, and she gave you a bright smile of her own.
"I'm so glad we're partners! I bet you're really good at cooking. I'm okay at it, but just simple things." She chirped, and you nodded vacantly, already wondering whether you had made the right choice. You assumed so; Kanato and forgiveness didn't go so well together, but Kanato and forgetfulness...well, you weren't so sure on that one but it was surely less suicidal than going up to him.
"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, and you quickly averted your gaze, turning to face Yuuko instead.
"Well then, let's get started! I have such plans for this cake of ours." You announced with a grin.
***
You and Yuuko entered the dining hall together, laughing and chatting, Yuuko teetering under the weight of the cake; you had offered to carry it but she refused to give in. As she branched from you a cold hand wrapped around your upper arm, steering you to the line of students waiting for food.
"You don't need to wait for that boring little flake, bitch-chan. I want you to sit with me today, afterall. I missed you at lunch yesterday; I assume it was in order to avoid Ayato." Of course it was Laito.
"You assume correctly. How am I paying for lunch, by the way? I didn't eat yesterday so..." he cast you a sideways glance, a smile curving the corner of his mouth.
"It's already paid for by someone who very much does not care about money, so get whatever you would like."
"Hm. That's pretty nice of your father. Must be to make up for sticking me in a house with you lot." You responded in a light and joking tone, hoping he wouldn't take offense. His eyebrows raised and he turned to face you, finally releasing the hold he had on your arm.
"My father? Why would you think―"
"Ayato mentioned him earlier. I'm just assuming that he's the reason I'm here. Makes sense that he's the one paying for me to attend this elite school, as well." You answered with a shrug, and he gave a chuckle, taking hold of your arm once again, his grip notably less tight as he towed you behind him.
"A keen deduction, bitch-chan. I'm glad to see you're not as ditzy as you look."
"Gee, thanks," you muttered dryly, considering the food on offer. "I'll get the curry, please." You smiled up at the plump, merry-looking woman behind the counter, and she responded with a cheerful smile of her own, quickly plating your food and handing your tray to you. You inhaled the rich scent, finding yourself thinking that it was the best curry you'd ever smelt. Laito expertly balanced his tray in one hand as he once again took your arm. You frowned up at him and pulled away, surprised when he allowed you to do so. "You don't need to drag me around, Laito. I don't mind sitting with you at lunch." His eyes were wide with surprise as he followed you to the nearest empty table, sitting down opposite you.
