Ding dong dong ding "Good morning everyone! Get ready to greet another beeeeautiful day!"
The Ultimate Moral Compass duly noted the daily wakeup call with a small sigh, tying the last lace of his boots. He always woke up before the announcement went off, there may have been no real windows here but that wasn't enough to throw off his internal clock.
He stood, glancing down at his uniform to make sure everything was in its proper place, then proceeded to strut out of his room. 'Time to start another day!' He thought with a smile. And why wouldn't he, I mean, what could possibly go wrong in a school prone for murder and despair.
With a short turn to his right, he placed three firm knocks on his Nabors door. His kiyodai's door. A few moments later the door opened, revealing a half dressed, not at all groomed, Mondo. Taka's smile dropped to a frowned.
"Bro, why are you never dressed and ready to go when I get here!? It's been a full minute since the morning announcement!" He scolded, tapping at his wrist watch with what could only be described as aggravated passion.
Mondo scratched the back of his head lazily. "Exactly," He yawned. " 's only been a minute since I woke up. I ain't a morning person like you, bro."
Taka tapped his foot impatiently, glaring from his watch to Mondo. The Biker groaned, slightly irritated, but none the less nodded and a replied,
"Awright, awright, I get it, I'll be out in a sec, k? I'll meet 'cha in the dining hall, just, chill."
The Prefect gave a nod and turned to leave. "Okay, I guess I'll make breakfast while I wait for you then, are Pancakes with jam ok?" He asked as he walked down the hallway.
"Oh hell yeah!" Mondo shouted, fully awake at the mention of food. Taka stopped and shot him an angry glare. The bigger man just smiled and chuckled awkwardly.
"Don't forget that butter, yeah?" And with that, he pulled the door shut.
The hall monitor shook his head and continued for the kitchen. 'How did I EVER manage to fall for such a delinquent?' He stopped momentarily but then began to walk at a faster pace, his face heating up from the silent confession. 'I must be going crazy'.
The dining hall was gradually filling up with students walking in and out of the kitchen, grabbing simple and/or fast things to eat; meanwhile Taka was putting the finishing touches on his creation. Sure, he knew he wasn't the best cook, and he really didn't have a thing for sweets himself, but he knew for a fact that Mondo did. So he hoped that drowning the (ever so slightly) burnt stack of pancakes in powdered sugar, strawberry preserves, and butter would be enough to earn his best friends approval.
"Oh wow! That looks super good, Taka!"
Surprised, he looked over to see the Ultimate Swimming Pro staring starry-eyed at the plate in front of him.
"I didn't know you like sweets!" She continued, pointing at the jar of powdered sugar, asking if she could use it.
"I don't." Taka replied plainly, sliding the jar to her in one, smooth motion. Hina held the jar, her head cocked to the side in confusion.
"But…" She looked down at the plate that contained 93% pure sugar. "…Then, like, why the sugar fest?"
"This Isn't for me." He said, picking up and carrying the beautifully decorated plate in one hand. In the other, he picked up another plate holding 2 plain pancakes and balancing a cup of coffee. "THIS is for me." Giving her one more smile, he walked out of the kitchen.
The moment Taka put everything down on the table, he felt a large arm wrap around his shoulders.
"Oh man, that smells fuckin' awesome!" Laughed a fully dressed and groomed Mondo. Giving Taka a playful squeeze, Mondo wasted no time sitting down on the chair in front of him.
"Mondo, language!" Taka spat, but Mondo just nodded dumbly and patted the place next to him, mouth already full of the sugary food.
The Prefect, deciding to let it slide, did as he was motioned and sat in the seat next to the beloved gang leader. For a minute or two he just sat there watching Mondo eat. Shifting uneasily in his chair he asked,
"So uh, how is it bro?"
Mondo swallowed and smile, a bit of strawberry sauce dripping down his face. "Pretty freaken' great! You sure know how 'ta use that jam!"
Taka face brightened into a bashful blush accompanied by a wide smile, a true smile that he didn't get to use all too often, but it seemed as of late, that the more time he spent around this pompadour-wearing delinquent, the more he got to use it.
Taking the napkin he'd brought for himself, Taka gently wiped the strawberry sauce off Mondo's face.
"I'm glad."
They continued to eat breakfast, pausing ever so often to talk with one another and laugh at the others "jokes".
Mondo finished first, despite having the most on his plate, and leaned back in his chair, dwelling in the feeling of being full. Taka was on his last few bites when he caught something in the corner of his eye. Over by the door of the dining hall, stood a guy. Now, he wouldn't think too much of it normally. He knew that Byakuya and Toko never came to breakfast with the rest of them, but this guy… he wasn't Byakuya…. Byakuya didn't have white hair.