SHSL stop doing that

【She had someone she needed to come home to, after all. For she did not want to be replaced with someone else. It, perhaps, was the one very selfish thought that encouraged her to keep moving forward.】

A cloth. A cloth to place the cookie sheet down on? Wouldn’t that simply burn it, too? Fukawa seemed to recall simply placing the cookie sheet on the metal racks atop the stove- certainly, the metal fixtures were used to getting warm, and would cause no problems- and did as she believed was right, although feeling a momentary twinge of guilt for electing to choose her way instead for no discernible reason other than a simple regret for disobeying someone who only had good intentions, as silly as it was. Atop the stove, she peered at them for another moment before glancing back at Naegi, and then, with a spark of remembrance, glancing back to the counter, towards the sugary sprinkles in a container.

After a couple of scrubs with the soap, the spoon was clean. Makoto quickly dried his hands on the front of his hoodie, taking note of the location of the cookie sheet. Well, it's a better idea than what I had. "Finished!" 

"Mhm," An agreement, "That might be best. I was... well, I was awake for the first couple of lines of the notes, but I don't remember most of what was explained but not written down." And he didn't make a habit of writing down everything that was spoken, so gaps in the information were frequent. 

…Good night, Naegi. [ Drafts; ] [ Text: Best Friend ] You’re lucky you’re my…best friend…You’re the only person I tolerate texting me so late… (unsent)

"W…Well, in a way, it has. Would you eat…the soggy remains of this cookie dough…?" she replied, posing the question back at her classmate, nodding and placing the dirty dishes she’d brought over to him in an unoccupied corner of the sink to wash her own hands. It was probably for the best to not mention the fact that she hadn’t done this earlier. With one pump from the soap dispenser, her hands were covered in frothy bubbles as she scrubbed as quickly as possible to get out of the way. "Food is meant for consumption, s-so…it just becomes gross. No purpose other than t-to make your skin crawl." She shook her hands over the sink after pulling them out from the water, and moved to grab the roll of paper towels to dry them. Just in time, too, as the timer for the first batch of cookies pierced through the air with a series of mechanical beeps. The author rushed over to the oven, clumsily fitting on the oven mitts waiting for her, and slowly…she opened the door to the oven, nervous to see the outcome. They appeared…not burnt, at least. A few cookies on the edges of the sheet had darker corners, but on the whole they looked decent; edible, even. With a careful approach she tugged the tray from the oven, staring at the bears and flowers that rested, steam rising from them.

Once Fukawa had finished washing her hands, Makoto sidestepped again until he was just before the sink. He was half-aware of his friend opening the oven, and he could only imagine they came out well. Too focused on his cleaning to turn around and check for himself. "Make sure you put that down on a cloth or something so it doesn't burn anything." He cautioned. 

I’m in the middle of working, or at least…I was, until I fell asleep… [ Text: Best Friend ] But I’m also too tired to have this argument with you, so…fine.

Kiyotaka moved a bit closer, looking over the problems before he answered the other student’s question. “No, length doesn’t necessarily increase the difficulty of an equation; rather…its the factors that make the problem up. Does that make sense?” He asked, doing his best to explain things in a way someone who wasn’t him may better understand. “Though…if you wanted to work through the longer problems first, we can easily walk through it together. Its merely a matter of your own preference.” 

"I was actually wondering if you could explain this to me in simple terms...? I understand the first few steps, but then I lose track of what I'm doing." 

弾丸LOG　5 by たかなし