Kitchen
"Why am I wearing an apron?"
Tsuchura, you're the only one who knows how to cook," Hihara laughed. "If you want anything edible to eat, you'll have to cook it."
"That still doesn't explain why I have to wear an apron," Ryotaro groused.
Hihara launched into an explanation of the benefits of aprons while Ryotaro rolled out a pizza, Yunoki chuckling quietly at the side. The trumpet player prattled on about how distinguished aprons made chefs look and Ryotaro slammed his hands down, annoyed, fully intending on giving him a piece of his mind just as Kahoko walked in.
"Oh!" she said, quickly stopping. "Am I interrupting something?" Her eyes were alert, questioning, and Ryotaro felt his irritation slowly ebb out of him.
"No," he said, glancing at Hihara. "Do you need anything, Hino-san?"
"Ah, a glass of water, if you don't mind."
Sighing, he went and got a glass, figuring it was easier to get it for her then letting her fish around for the cups. Filling it, he brought it back, only to notice that Kahoko was looking at him oddly.
"Hnn?"
"Oh!" Kahoko flushed slightly. "Nothing! It's just... your apron."
Ryotaro raised an eyebrow, and Kahoko pinkened.
"Wearing such a feminine thing makes Tsuchura-kun look very masculine and very good," she said quickly, blushing. "Thanks for the water!"
She fled, tips of her ears red, and Ryotaro stood there in shook, feeling his own face warming up as Hihara gaped and Yunoki laughed. "Bee in your bonnet, Tsuchura?"
"Shut up," Ryotaro snapped, face flaming.
But he was sure to wear the apron whenever he was in the kitchen for the rest of the week.