If Honey had one thing to complain about after rebirth, it was the lack of cake.
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"3-E?"
The blond nodded, his purple eyes slightly narrowing as his mind drifted to one annoying redhead.
"Yes, we must put them in their place."
The strawberry blon...
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"Yo, Mitsukuni," the redhead greeted with a grin. A hand tucked in his jeans' pocket while the other waved at the blond, he had a plastic bag over his shoulder. "Is Asano, here?" he questioned, trying to look behind the strawberry blond in case his other childhood friend was lurking in the entryway.
Mitsukuni first looked at the plastic bag before gazing at the uninvited teen. He raised a curious eyebrow, blinked his doe eyes in minute precision before beaming at the boy. "Ma-chan!" he greeted, genuine happiness coating his words as he ushered the boy to come in. "Shu-chan's not there. You can come in," he said, already leading the way to his bedroom.
Karma's lips curled up into a sly smirk as he followed the shorter blond inside. He nodded at the maidservant, asking her to bring up some snacks and beverage— he came often, and as one of Mitsukuni's favored playmates, he was almost treated the same way as the blond.
The two boys climbed up the stairs, quickly reaching the host's room. Mitsukuni pulled the door open, entered first, and took a seat on the sofa that faced the low table. Karma, in used practice, closed the door and followed the blond's motion.
He pulled the cake box from his plastic bag, and unpacked it, revealing a medium-sized strawberry shortcake. "Tada!" he sang as he uncovered the appetizing cake. "Mom went to the bakery this morning. I asked her to bring back some," he explained.
There was a knock at the door, and a maid, carrying a tray came into the room. She sat two glasses and teacups on the table before fetching the water bottle and teapot. With deft hands, she poured the two boys a cup before taking out two sets of plates, two forks, and a knife. She silently cut the cake in six even slices and served one to each boy before excusing herself out of the room.
"Cake, cake," Mitsukuni absentmindedly sang as he eagerly reached for his slice with his fork. Reiko sat right next to him as if overlooking the scene and making sure that nothing was amiss. Tucking a ruby red strawberry in his mouth, Mitsukuni moaned in delight. His honey-brown eyes brightened, shining with unhidden joy as he brought a hand to his cheek in satisfaction. Cakes were, and will always be, the best!
The redhead chuckled, taking a smaller piece of his slice and putting it in his mouth, he grinned. "I'm glad you like it, Mitsukuni," he genuinely said. He took hold of his teacup and sipped on it. Although he wasn't the biggest tea fan, tea time was something Mitsukuni particularly liked since they were young children. Drinking a cup, out of craving or sheer courtesy when he came to the Kannazuki household, was a habit. He noted the bitter taste of the beverage, which was slightly more present than last time and deducted that it was to balance out the high sugary apport of the cake.
