A/N: Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews. It's really nice to know what you guys like: Supply closets that lock from the inside, feet kicking under the table and Double Hot Fudge Cake—Dear god I just got a mental picture of what these things combined would look like—and then what you don't like: Interruptive school bells.

I'd thought about ditching archery practice again, but Watanuki had said he was going to Yuko's today. I asked him if he could ditch out on Yuko-san too, so we could start looking for a remedy. My Grandfather did have plenty of source material on the occult and it would give me an excuse to take Watanuki into a dark, cramped room with a sturdy desk and a door that locked from the inside.

Unfortunately, Watanuki had gotten such a spooked look on his face by the mere suggestion of leaving that woman alone in a house full of alcohol and no supervision, that I'd immediately dropped the idea and told him as penance, he would have to make it up to me tomorrow. I let him think it was up to him to decide.

But when he wasn't looking, I'd slipped a note in his satchel with a list of what I expected of him.

I thought if anything, it would be completely worth the loudness tomorrow to see the expression on his face after he read my note.

And that one thought had followed me through the locker room and out into the practice range. The team was getting their bows ready and as I made my way over to them, I let the smirk drop from my face. They didn't need to see it. I reserved that expression for Watanuki, and Watanuki alone, despite his abhorrent hate for it.

I found myself an empty bench and deciding now would be a good time, I set down my boxed lunch on my lap and began to eat. I was ravenous by this time, due to me skipping out on lunch and choosing instead to make out with Watanuki on the rooftop. Watanuki had been thoughtful enough to give me his boxed lunch as well, and the brownies he'd baked.

I was moving onto Watanuki's bento by the time my teammates started to notice what I was doing and shoving a whole riceball into my mouth—I had to make it quick, my coach was starting to notice too—I inhaled the thermos of luke warm tea that Watanuki also had the foresight to give me.

My teammates on principle, looked absolutely horrified.

I don't know why. Obviously they'd never taste Watanuki's cooking before.

"Hungry Domeki-kun?" One of my teammates patted my back, as if he assumed I was choking on my already swallowed riceball.

Another teammate asked me suddenly, which two girls had given me the bento boxes, and another teammate catching sight of the brownies, tacked on one more girl, because those brownies just looked too delicious for there to not be a third lovely girl.

"Three girls in all Domeki. Damn you making a killing."

I looked at them strangely, and started on my brownies.

Another teammate, who wasn't an upperclassman and was in my first period, catching my expression said, "Oh, hey were those made by Watanuki?"

"Watanuki? Whose that, your girlfriend?"

Heh.

"Damn at least save me one. That looks really good."

I was already chewing the last piece of brownie into my mouth, and the sound of mourning offered up for the lost brownie was heard throughout the team.

"You ate four of those."

Yeah, well.

The coach, catching the conversation and feeling magnanimous walked over, instead of shouting for the team to line up, which I appreciated. At least it gave me some time to digest my food.

He was also now patting me on the back heartily and I wondered why everyone was doing that today. I guess he thought I was more easily approachable now that I had myself a "girlfriend." People on the team were nice enough, but they never really sought me out, mostly because I could understand how difficult it was to carry a conversation with me. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that every time I arrived on the range, I would head straight for practice and not even stop to socialize. It wasn't my thing and since I was just sitting here eating, some of the guys probably thought it was a chance to bond a little. Or then again, maybe it had more to do with the rumor about me hooking up with someone. It could be that it was a combination of all three reasons. I didn't really know and truthfully, I didn't really care.

My classmate, who didn't seem to want to drop the subject of Watanuki turned to the others and said, "Watanuki's a guy." My teammates were all instantly "ohhing" and "ahhing" over the fact that a guy could cook. They all probably only knew how to make microwavable ramen, which was regrettably my forte too.

"He's always making snacks for you, isn't he?" That same classmate pressed and I could guess that he was trying to figure out if the rumors about Watanuki and me were true.

"Yeah." I blinked at him and then was up from my seat, fixing my glove and preparing my bow to start practice.

I heard some of the guys still talking about my good fortune with home cooking, but it was soon short lived, as shouts from the coach to line up broke through the practice range.