Next one! A bit on the small side - I'm starting to get the chapters smalled, seeing as it's easier to post more often this way. The character profiles for Kagami, Miss Tabata, and Akira, can now be found at my profile!
Junko stabbed her chocolate mousse with her spoon, glaring daggers at her cell phone. It was sitting there, across the table, innocently.
"Damn traitor", she growled, though it was hardly directed at the device itself. No, the one responsible for her anger was the sender of the message that had greatly upset her.
"Remember that favor you owe me? Time to collect. Come this Sunday to Ahomine's barbecue gathering. Kazuya knows the address".
"He knows I hate crowds and yet he does this. Damn him for using my word against me!", she growled louder, stuffing her mouth with the thick chocolate treat. "Fucking Bakagami…"
"What about Kagami-kun?", a monotone voice from behind her made her jump in fright, nearly spilling the mousse in the process.
She turned around frantically, steel eyes wild and manicured fingers spread on top of where her heart was. A guy with aqua hair and eyes stood there, looking at her emotionlessly, like a statue. He wore comfortable clothes that were full of dirt stains, and his sneakers had mud crusted on their soles. And… was that a painted handprint on his cheek?
She blinked at him, gazing the way she always did with human beings – like he was some kind of exhibit for her writing collection. In return, the male stared at her like he had seen her somewhere, but was trying to figure out where. Probably someone who had watched a show she had been a guest at.
The man, ignoring her scrutiny and still going on with his own, asked "Do you happen to know him? Kagami-kun, that is…"
"Kurochin, leave Hayachin alone", a lazy voice drawled from behind the counter. "She's busy killing her mousse". The owner of the voice – and the whole bakery – was an impossibly tall man, with long purple hair tied in a low ponytail, and purple eyes that always seemed sleepy. Despite his slowpoke exterior, he was a talented sous chef, and his sweet creations were to die for – though he was as much addicted to them as were his customers. He eyed Junko's fancy serving bowl longingly "Hayachin, you gonna eat that?"
"Murasakibara-kun", the quiet man greeted the giant with a nod, "I'm here for my order".
"Haaaiii…", Murasakibara nodded, too, giving him a large box with a red bow on its top.
The man thanked him, gave one last blank stare at the confused sociopath, and exited the bakery.
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