The western style doors to the kitchen of cafe mew mew parted. Keiichiro Akasaka looked up. Ryou was standing in the doorframe. "Uh, keiichiro?" he asked. "Could you do me a huge favor?"
Keiichiro smiled. "Of course," he said.
"Oh, good," said a visibly relieved Ryou. "Minto just told me that the girl's changing room is a disaster. someone spilled lemonade on the carpet, and stuff is just thrown everywhere, and Retasu's locker doesn't open. Could you clean up and fix Retasu's locker? Don't worry; the girls have all left."
Keiichiro mentally gulped. Ryou wanted him to invade THE GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM? What if one of them came back and found him in there, cleaning up? They would think he was a pervert. And what was inside Retasu's locker? What if it was... GIRL STUFF!? Like lip gloss, or fashion magazines, or worse, HER DIARY? What if she had hung a million pictures of Ryou everywhere? What then?
"Okay," said Keiichiro bravely. "Sure. Locker room. Empty. Right." Ryou gave him a sympathetic look.
"Alright," said Ryou. "I'll leave you to it." And then he was gone, leaving behind a panicking Keiichiro.
Now, one thing about the brunette chef was this: he was not a pervert. Some people would have jumped at the chance to clean the girl's locker room. But not Keiichiro. In fact, he still couldn't get over the fact that he was going where girls had changed clothing! He dreaded this.
But he left the kitchen, and headed for the changing rooms.'No big deal, akasaka,' he told himself. 'I'm sure there's nothing in there that shouldn't be seen by a male.' But try as he might, he couldn't seem to get a better outlook. So, as he reached the dreaded door, he hesitated before pulling it towards himself...
And found himself staring at Zakuro.
The good news: she was covered.
The bad news: somebody had been to victoria's secret. and It wasn't Keiichiro.
For a second, Zakuro only looked shocked. Then, she opened her mouth and screamed loudly enough to shatter glass, had there been any around. keiichiro woke up from his daze, and realized the girl he liked was now backed against her locker screaming.
That's right, Keiichiro had a collasal crush on Zakuro. Which she probably wouldn't return, after this.
"SORRY!" cried Keiichiro. He grabbed the door and slammed it shut, mentally beating himself. Footsteps came towards Keiichiro.
"What happened?" panted Ryou, looking alarmed. Keiichiro looked up and glared and Ryou, all the while gritting his teeth.
"You said they all left," he said, grinding his teeth even harder. Ryou's eyes widened. "They didn't?" he asked, surprised. "Nope," said Keiichiro. "They didn't. That was Zakuro."
With that, the brunette fled back to the kitchen, ignoring Ryou completely.
Zakuro couldn't believe it when the door opened. She thought maybe Lettuce had forgotten something again. But when she looked up, she saw instead none other than Keiichiro Akasaka. He looked just as shocked as she must have.
At first, Zakuro couldn't move. Then, she opened her mouth and screamed so loudly that her own eardrums almost burst. Keiichiro sprang to life, and shut the door after shouting a panicked apology. Then, Zakuro was alone. Frightened, and alone. Not a good place to be. So, with trembling hands, she opened her locker and tossed on her clothes quickly. That done, she then decided she would have to sneak out.
Some girls probably wouldn't have been so shy, but Zakuro was a fairly modest person. Besides, she'd just been walked in on by the last guy on earth who would count as a pervert. And Zakuro was embarrassed. Very, very embarrassed. So she couldn't face keiichiro. and heavens only knew what he was thinking!
At that though, Zakuro felt indignant. He could have knocked, for pete's sake! What a pervert!
As she stood up, she headed across the floor, and opened the door quietly. Nothing. That was a good sign. She walked briskly through the hallway and out the back door, all the while cursing her luck. The nerve of that Akasaka!