That feel when your friends obsession with puns is ruining your relationship.
"Don't worry Kai. If they make you play the trombone, I'll slam the oven door. Really, it's okay."
"Miwa, you're not helping. Just shut up."
Next to him, Miwa stops laughing and shrugs. "Hey, it's not like this is my fault. You are the one who felt too cool to sign up for any activity for the school festival. You thought applying for nothing would work. So you are the one you should blame for this happening."
Kai shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket, although he starts to feel rather hot. He wants to leave this noisy and stuffy building already. He can't imagine that anyone in the last twenty years ever considered to air this shop, or at least it doesn't seem like that. What does Miwa like about their food again?
Standing in the line to buy something in that popular bakery is not something he's ever done before. He usually bakes bread himself or gets normal toast, but Miwa insisted to come here during their free period today.
So here they are.
They're silent for a while. When it's their turn, Miwa orders two, uhm, something that looks like buns for them, since Kai has no idea what to get. He doesn't need to say it though, because Miwa just goes ahead and orders for both of them.
The bakery only seems to sell European pastries, or at least he can't see anything typically Japanese on the counter. It's probably why there are so many people. He doesn't think another bakery in the city sells things like this.
They sit down on one of the tables inside and, yeah, it's definitely getting warm in here. Kai takes of his jacket. Miwa smiles. "It's nice and warm in here, huh? Since the school's still not heating, I thought this might be a nice change."
Kai nods and regards the bun in front of him. A ball of dough, someone put in an oven. He keeps looking at it and feels Miwa looking at him, then the dough-ball, and finally back at Kai. He laughs. "It's not poisoned, you know." As if to illustrate his point, he takes a bite of his one. Then he shoots a look at Kai. "You should try it as well. It's good, I promise."
Kai raises an eyebrow, hesitates, but in the end, he takes the dough-ball. Regards it again. Miwa coughs. He takes a bite. It's soft and sweeter than he thought. Not really something he would eat for lunch, but it would probably taste nice for breakfast.
"And?"
"Hmm. It's not bad."
His reply makes Miwa happier than it should. "See." Cheerfully, he takes another bite of his own bun, before looking at Kai again. "Sooo, back to topic. About this music thing."
Kai tries to shut him up with a glare, but Miwa just raises an eyebrow. The older boy sighs. "Shut up, Miwa. I'm eating."
"So am I," shoving the rest of his food into his mouth (really, how does he even manage to eat this quickly), Miwa grins at him. "What I'm trying to say is that I'll help you if you ever need something. What instrument did they sign you up for, by the way?"
"The piano."
"Great!"
"Are you serious?"
"No, I'm Severus," Miwa rolls his eyes. "Well, of cause I am. Why?"
"I fail to see what's so great about this. They're forcing me to do something I've never done before and you think that's great."
"Oh, but it is. I know someone who can teach you how to play the piano. It'll be a piece of cake, don't worry."
"Who?"
"Aichi."
"Uhm, Miwa," Kai says, not really sure if his friend understands what his actual problem is. "I'm not going to lean anything, because I'm not going to be part of this whole school festival thing."
"Uhm, Kai," Miwa raises an eyebrow. "You are an idiot."
"No, you're the idiot here," Kai says, shaking his head. Miwa shrugs.
"Whatever, but I'm your idiot."