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e p i s o d e 1 - vii

You watched as your fellow first year reared his arm back and landed strong punches on the two.

“Damn.” Was the only word you can think of.

“T-this guy is straight up mad! That wasn't just six hits! Liar!” Pasta boy screamed as he couldn't do anything but to cover his head.

“Let's get the hell outta here! I'm sorry to all chickens!” He and his companion then fled from the seething Deuce.

“Apologize 100 times next time you eat eggs! Dumbasses!”

You were shocked that your innocent friend could do something like that.

“Wow, that just happened.”

Grim shrieked in surprise when Deuce turned to the two of you, still panting.

He then groaned.

“What's gotten into you now!?” Grim was scared and nervous.

“I screwed up! I vowed that I'd definitely, definitely be an honors student this time...” You can tell that he's disappointed in himself. “In middle school, all I ever did was screw around… I constantly skipped school and spent all my time getting into fights. I disrespected all my teachers, hung around sketchy upperclassmen and bleached my hair to death.” You let him rant, feeling like he needs this. “Even ran around all over the place riding a magical wheel. I was a terrible person that went as far as to use magic to lord over those who couldn't.” He hung his head down in shame.

“Just now, you went full bad boy on those guys!” Grim commented.

“I never would've thought, to be honest…” You said, walking up to him and patted his back.

“Then, one night… I saw my mom hiding away in tears as she called my grandma.” His eyes began to slightly tear up. “I heard her saying, ‘Was the way I raised him wrong? Would it have been better if he had both parents?’ She was wrong about that. Mom never did anything wrong. It was all me!” You stayed silent. “So when the carriage from Night Raven College came to get me my mom was so happy and I don't want to make her cry again. This time, I'm going to be an honor student my mom can be proud of.” He glared at the ground. “Then I do this? Shit!”

It was quiet for a while, with only Deuce's breathing were heard. You just continued to rub his back for support, because let's be honest you clearly have no idea how to comfort people.

Grim then spoke up after a minute of silence. “But, y'know… does being an honors student mean you have to grin and bear everything?” The two of you looked down to the cat in question. “Those delinquents deserved another 10 punches if you ask me! You fought them off before I could, though.”

“I mean, yeah that's true.” You added. “You saw what I did to them in the cafeteria, right? Those ‘dumbasses’ deserve it.”

“You guys…” He was in disbelief.

“I don't really know what to say about the thing with your… mom– but you did good. Honestly, I'm shocked! You were awesome back there!” You offered him a bright smile.

“Really?” Then he chuckled. “May those baby chicks rest in peace.” He bowed his head, as if paying respect for the dead.

“Ah, about that…” You started, catching his attention. He was looking at you like a confused puppy, it was hurting you to say this. “Those eggs that you were talking about? Yeah, they're unfertilized, so… no baby chicks, yeah…” You winced as you watched him go through various emotions in a span of 5 seconds.

“Eh?! You've got to be kidding!!”

~ × ~

Kitchen

You entered the kitchen, with Deuce staggering behind you in a dejected manner.

Ace looked up and saw the three of you with he bags of ingredients. “Oh, you're finally back. That sure took a while.”

“Let's finish this up.” Trey said as you handed him the bags.

“All that’s left is to mix the marron cream into the tart.” Trey hummed, watching Ace pour the whipped cream gently into the marron paste.

“Will we be able to eat after this? I’m getting excited already!” Grim's mouth was watering, the image of him eating the delicious tart glued into his head.

“Alright, let’s finish this already!” Ace grinned, rolling up his sleeves up to his elbows and stretched his arms.

“Don’t lose focus now, got it?” Trey advised, earning two salute from Ace and Grim.

“Yes, sir!”

Grim cackled. “What ‘bout that!”

“You guys are good. Keep up that pace.” Trey encouraged the two.

“Heh, anything’s easy-peasy for the future great magician, Grim!” The said cat cackled once again only to be met with a smack on the head from Ace.

“You get carried away too easily!”

“Eggs don’t… turn into chicks…?” You heard Deuce mumble.

“What have you been saying, man?”

You smiled at the scene, chest filling up with a light feeling. It felt like home, which was weird for you. You suddenly felt something tough brushed against your clothed thigh, you digged around the pocket of your cloak, which surprised you to even find out that was there, and felt around.

‘What the– this pocket is like Doraemon's, what the fuck…’ Then you suddenly grabbed something, the same hard material that bumped your thigh, you pulled it out and was surprised to see the ghost camera that the headmaster gave you. ‘Might as well use it then.’

You pointed the lense at the rowdy males in front of you, making a tart, and gently but quickly snapped a photo. The film processed and jumped out from the camera, with fast reflexes, you caught it.

You watched as the film cleared out and the photo you snapped began moving. “Woah…”

“Alright, perfect!” That snapped you from your trance, quickly putting away the film and the camera into your Doraemon-like pocket.

“It looks so good!” Grim stared in awe and hunger.

“Thanks for the great work, guys. All that’s left is to put some marron glacé on top.” Trey announced, nodding at the result.

Grim raised his hand, jumping excitedly. “Me, me, pick me! I’ll do it!”

“Don’t mess it up, okay?” Ace sent a pointed look at Grim which the cat just waved off.

“Leave it to me!” With carefulness, Grim placed the final ingredient on the delicious-looking tarts. “There we go! As expected from me! This is gonna be the best tart ever!”

“Alright, the last step is to sprinkle some powdered sugar on top and then…” Trey, with professional hands, quickly and efficiently spread the powdered sugar.

“We’re done!” Ace and Grim cheered.

“Hooray…” Deuce, without cheerfulness, joined the two.

Ace turned to his fellow first year and dorm mate, then to you. “Did something happen to this guy when you went shopping?” He asked you with a slight concerned tone of voice.

“It's better if we let him be for awhile, give him time to think about things.” You replied, you too were concerned, you didn't know that he would be affected this much.

“What in the world did I believe in for 16 years…?” You heard him muttered, you just patted his back.