This had to be a mistake.

Kaiba did not want them to be friends. He didn't want friends. This was a joke, wasn't it? Then again, he had never known Honda to play cruel tricks like this. Was he honestly genuinely looking to be friends with him? He must have hit his head if he thought he would ever actually get the chance.

However, he did have an affinity for sweets, and although he had a very large part of himself telling him to deny this offer at all costs, he couldn't quite bring himself to say no- he couldn't quite remember the last time he had been able to eat anything that wasn't store bought and crunchy. He preferred soft, gooier sweets, nuget was absolutely lovely and by far his favourite. He was sure that the cookies were no longer warm, but they wouldn't have completely hardened, right?

Maybe it was wishful thinking that Honda knew anything about making baked goods, maybe it wasn't. He seemed to be a strange guy, and this skill did fit oddly into his character. Kaiba couldn't help but think he strongly resembled a mother in the way he behaved toward their other classmates. Always self sacrificial, running himself thin, defending the students, helping them at any cost, like a mother. It wasn't like Kaiba was blind to the things that went on here, he was a silent observer- this was a perk of refraining from socialisation, he knew who everyone was in one way or another. Even if he didn't know the name, he knew the face, and he knew the person behind it as well.

Honda never seemed the type to cause any harm toward those who hadn't asked for it through their actions, and none of his harm was particularly cruel and never took the form of a prank, the worst he'd done was reprimand fellow students for their misdeeds, and really did that even qualify as harm? He was going out of his way to set them down a better path, even if they refused to listen to him, even if they decided he was irrational or wrong. He wouldn't have set out to harm Kaiba in any way.

He wasn't particularly extroverted either, his club activities and president status aside, he only ever associated with those who approached him first. He never offered help to those who didn't ask for it, never made friends, never joined others after school. He seemed to prefer keeping to himself. So this action was still questionable.

Was he genuinely wanting to be Kaiba's friend, or was he concerned about his behaviour? If Honda thought for a moment that the bullies, or rather losers, bothered him any bit he was sorely mistaken. He wasn't here to make friends, he was here to get his diploma and get out.

However, for someone who didn't want to make change in his life, he complained a lot about the invariability of his daily schedules. He didn't have to make friends with Honda, but maybe humouring him for now wouldn't do any harm. This was all his attempts to reason why it was alright for him to accept the offering of Honda's baked goods, of course.

This thought process had taken him a moment, and surely the dragging on of silence was only making Honda nervous, most people did fear conversation with him and although Kaiba couldn't imagine Honda fearing any socialization, he didn't wish to make him uncomfortable while he was making such a gesture.

"Thank you." He had nothing more to say. Honda was wrong about them being friends, as it was impossible for Kaiba to keep anyone close to himself, but the offering was acceptable and appreciated.

At his acceptance, a wide grin broke loose on Honda's face as his insecurities about this lifted. He had said "thank you" not "no thank you" so that meant Kaiba wasn't upset, and maybe Honda had been right, and he had wanted company all this time. It wasn't Kaiba's fault he had a resting bitch face and didn't know how to open up to others now that he had scared them all off- Honda knew that, he was going to make Kaiba his friend, that was for goddamn sure. "Yea, no problem, bro. I didn't have time to make them from scratch- but next time, I promise."

The words "from scratch" insinuated that Kaiba had been right about Honda's baking skills, and this made him all the more glad he had accepted the offer. Even if it had been made from the box, so long as it was made by someone who knew what they were doing, they would taste all that much better.

He wanted to say he'd hold Honda to that promise, but he knew he wouldn't. Instead he gave only a nod. He didn't want to eat in class for fear of getting into trouble, and also dirtying himself with crumbs, but he felt that this one time, he'd indulge himself. He deserved it, he was so worn down.