Rakuzan had decided to imitate Seirin and do two training camps following the Winter Cup instead of one. And like their opponent, they ran into the same financial problem and had to cook their own food.

"Good morning, m-m-mina," Hayama greeted his teammates through a lengthy yawn. They had only arrived at the hotel the other day but the coach had made training even more difficult than normal, so the team was still tired.

"Mornin', Kotaro," Leo responded, his long hair a mess (although it couldn't even begin to compare with Kuroko's).

"Man, I'm hungry," Nebuya complained. "Who's cooking breakfast?"

"I don't know…"

In unison, the three uncrowned generals turned their heads toward the kitchen, trying to depict any sort of breakfast aroma coming from that direction. Since they he couldn't smell anything, Leo headed to the kitchen and opened the door led to it.

"Hey! Who's cooking breakfast-?"

The shooting guard stopped midway through his sentence and stared at a his precious Akashi Seijuro who stood in front of the stove, wearing an apron that made Leo's may-or-may-not-be-gay mind go wild. But this moment of fangirling was stifled by the intimidating butcher knife in the point guard's right hand which, not to mention, was covered in a mysterious red liquid. Leo need not be reminded about the Emperor's evil and sadistic streak, so he started to slowly back out of the kitchen when Akashi caught his movements in his peripheral vision.

"Ah, Leo," Akashi said, turning to fully face the shooting guard and fully exposing the awesome red apron that brought out the color of his hair and two monochromatic eyes he had recently regained. Leo ogled openly at the overload of sexiness in front of him which went unseen by Akashi who said, "I need you to taste this. I don't want to feed the team something that tastes disgusting."

"Of course, Sei-chan!" Leo chirped, breaking out of his trance and bouncing happily to his kohai. There was a pot boiling on the stove, but he didn't stop to check its contents before shoving a spoonful of whatever it was into his mouth. He chewed and was incredibly confused; the food didn't taste like anything.

"How is it?" Akashi asked, looking on Leo expectantly. Leo's gaze drifted from his underclassman's breathtaking features and to the red stained knife. He looked down at the pot which held boiling tofu in it. If there was no color in the pot, then where did the red come from…?

"Sei-chan, did you cut yourself?!" Leo cried anxiously while subconsciously screaming, 'Who did you kill?!'. Akashi stared at him then looked at the knife and smiled.

"This? No, I was contemplating about putting ketchup in the pot."

"Ketchup?" Leo said and couldn't help but feel a little sick at that. Akashi was the absolute at everything except, apparently, cooking. "Ah, I don't think that'll be good."

"Is that so?" Akashi said, looking down at his dish. "Well, if that's the case, then this'll be breakfast."

"This…?" Leo said, looking down at the dish with apprehension. "Um, is anyone else cooking with you?"

"No," Akashi said, turning the burner off. "No one on the team can cook, so I have volunteered to do all the cooking during the entiretly of our training camp."

Leo stared with shock and fear as Akashi marched out of kitchen with his pot of food held out proudly in front of him .

And after that week, no one on Rakuzan ate tofu again.