[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210324/c514e8101f58f889421092edb63edaa1.png[/img][/center][right][sub]April 11th - After School[/sub][/right][hr]
Daigo sheepishly shrunk down as Kaito stole his attention back. [color=ff9933]"Huh? Uh, yeah. I was just... distracted. Something on my glasses,"[/color] He lied, reverting to his tried and true method of cleaning the lenses on his shirt as an excuse to avoid eye contact. Maybe he should've just said he really had to pee; then he could've escaped into the bathroom until Ueno left. Wait, bad idea; it'd look like he pissed his pants if he said that. She had a decent enough alibi that he supposed he didn't need to hide anymore, though he still thought her intrusion was weird. If his friend died in a freak accident, stalking his former clubmates wouldn't have been very high on Daigo's priority list. 

Then again, if she was here for him or Genki, she probably would've hauled them off by now. Maybe blind people just got their entertainment vicariously from other people's activities since they can't go watch movies or something. Either way, if she wasn't there to actively accost them, Daigo could focus on what he actually came for: cooking. Genki's suggestion of pancakes was a bit boring, but they were sorta close enough to a souffle that the redhead could follow the train of thought. At least, under the assumption that he intended to make typical Japanese pancakes and not some godforsaken American monstrosity with fifteen layers of chocolate.

[color=ff9933]"I dunno, Mori-kun, you can still mess up a pancake,"[/color] Daigo chimed in, [color=ff9933]"The first one, anyway. I think everybody gets the pan temperature right after that."[/color] Honestly, he'd probably be the only one dissatisfied with an improperly cooked pancake anyway. People really would eat just about anything, especially when it came to sweets. His ancestors no doubt rolled in their graves with the knowledge he'd lowered himself to cooking in a kitchen like that, but Kaito seemed dramatic enough about his poor cake that the redhead could be mistaken. He hoped he was mistaken, lest he suffer through a year of corndogs and dry chicken.

[color=ff9933]"Oh yeah!"[/color] Daigo nudged Kaito slightly, [color=ff9933]"I dunno if it's the same for a souffle, but with pancakes you have to be gentle when you're beating the eggs or they deflate afterward."[/color] He really, really hoped Kaito hadn't just finished explaining the intricacies of souffle meringue creation while Daigo was spaced out, because that would be super awkward.

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