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@rosanimemuses asked: ❝ munday odd numbers ❞ ( munday meme )

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❝ why does this friend of yours wish to become a supernatural if i may ask, minamoto-kun? ❞ he was well-aware that the younger minamoto sibling was referring to himself & not this anonymous friend of his. kou was not exactly the best fibber in the world, but hiiragizawa made the decision to play along for a little while, although kou appeared to be quite serious judging by the expression on his face. ❝ are they not satisfied with their mortal life & seek something beyond the limits of the realm of the living or perhaps they want to protect those they love? ❞

fff i forgot about White day omg…

@rosanimemuses​ said:  “Trust me, Sonia. You don’t want me near a stove.” Nagito said with a lopsided smile. with his luck, it could go either way.

Cooking and Baking Starters (No Longer Accepting!)

That didn’t exactly fix their current situation. With Class 77-B’s monthly party rapidly approaching (try two hours from their present time) and Teruteru Hanamura having taken ill, that left the rest of the class needing to prepare the food. It had initially been Miss Yukizome’s idea, for the entire class to come together every so often to share a meal and have some fun, their talents set aside for an afternoon, but now most of their classmates had embraced the idea.

And for the ones that didn’t, well...there were enough motivated students, like the Ultimate Princess, who would drag them from the cold recesses of their self-doubt (or just their designated labs and research areas) back to the classroom in order to join in the fun (yes, Chisa had taught her well).

Now, Sonia faced an even more daunting task: a countertop full of ingredients, a stove, and a doubtful Nagito Komaeda at her left. They’d been tasked to make and bring one of the food dishes to share, but with several warnings regarding the girl’s culinary skills, she’d approached Nagito and posed the question of her preparing the ingredients and him doing the actual cooking.

It sounded a lot better in her head than the resulting response: there seemed to be less of a possibility for food poisoning. Mikan had even been quite gentle and kind when she’d suggested it (unlike Hiyoko, who had sneered and insisted they’d all be going to the hospital in an hour if they tried anything Sonia cooked. She wasn’t, unfortunately, wrong in this assessment): Maybe you could help chop things? Or mix things, Sonia-san? And...uh...let Komaeda-san do the actual cooking?

Choosing between the Ultimate Princess and the Ultimate Lucky Student seemed like Russian Roulette: there were three options, and only one of them would result in something edible. Sonia would cook and it would be a disaster, Nagito would cook and it would be a disaster, or Nagito would cook and it would turn out delicious. No one would entertain the idea of Sonia cooking and the meal turning out all right: they’d be far more likely to be struck by lightning and a car on the same day, right after winning the lottery.

“I don’t mind you near a stove,” She smiled, attempting to encourage him. “It’s just that the rest of the class does not seem to want me near a stove! I do try when it comes to cooking, it just always turns into the most spectacular failure. Perhaps if we go near the stove together it shall be edible, at least?”

They’d be fortunate if it was edible. When Sonia had knocked on Teruteru’s door that morning asking for advice, he’d advised her, scratchy throat and all and after he’d asked her to describe ‘how my beautiful flower has adorned herself this morning in order to comfort me!’, that the oven housed beneath the stove was susceptible to acting up, not getting hot enough or getting too hot, and that without repairs they could run into problems.

@rosanimemuses​​   ::    Hiroko ( takes out a knife ) who?

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「 ☆ 」   .... Oh.

There are several ways he can play this... So, after a brief blink and a study of the other, surprise gives way to a slow, cat-like smirk and lidding of his eyes. Violet hues glittering, he allows a bit of shadow to overtake his face. Nothing too serious... But just enough to give the illusion of a predator— small as he may be —sizing up their prey.

”Kaito.” A stern voice cut through the idle chatter of the hallway. Adamska, Miu’s step father, and much more importantly, the international politics class professor had a very mixed bag of experiences with Kaito. It was very obvious he was an intellectual, his step-daughter even declared so. that was a commodity.

He can recall a night the two of them went to Yoshinoya’s after a partially grating finals for the semester. When he had read out Kaito’s name to Miu she stopped him mid sentence, stabbing her chopsticks in his direction rudely. “He’s not that bad, like, he can be a normie jock, but he can hang.” For what ever that really had meant for Adamska, he was not sure.