Chapter 250: Desire to Cook ; Impassive Beauty (1/2)
Waking up early morning, I perform the now-usual routine of changing into my uniform and heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Despite it not having been long since I've been here and have received the memories and experiences of Shido Itsuka, I've already grown fond of a few things. One of which is cooking.
When it comes to cooking, I've got only a handful of memories to fuel my thoughts and aid me in the process. Nevertheless, the outcome is truly rewarding.
When others praise the food one has cooked, it gives them a slight sense of pride and a good feeling. However, this only applies to those who know how to cook...
Last night, the dish prepared by Kotori turned out to be something akin to the most disgusting non-lethal poison in the world. What baffles me is it turned out that way despite me giving her instructions quite frequently and how she seems to have not been aware of its 'properties'.
Naturally, I didn't tell her that the food she cooked is nigh-inedible but just said that she has a long way to go if she wants to cook dishes on par with mine.
Following that, I pretended to eat the whole thing by using Destruction on every spoonful of it…
And so, here I am now standing in the kitchen thinking of what food to prepare. Just remembering Tohka's ecstatic expression and Yoshino's delightful squeak from last night is enough motivation fuel for me.
Soon after, I begin to prepare breakfast. Halfway done, I hear a few noises as Kotori and Tohka climb down the stairs in their uniforms.
”Good morning, Shido!” Tohka energetically says upon stepping inside the kitchen.
”Good morning, big brother,” Kotori who is right behind her says in a low tone.
”Good morning you two,” I respond, ”Take a seat. Breakfast will be done soon.”
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”She's not here today,” Tohka says while gazing at Kurumi's seat.
”Well, she isn't exactly a normal student, so you can't expect her to attend school normally like one,” I say before letting out a sigh and sitting down on my seat.
Tohka places her school bag down before making her way over to the female trio who seem to be her close friends now.
At this moment, a white-haired figure enters the classroom and makes her way over to the desk to my right before setting her school bag down and looking over at me.
”Good morning, Origami,” I say after turning my head to face her.
”Good morning,” she responds in an impassive tone, ”I want to speak with you in private.”
Hearing her words, I raise my brows and ask, ”Are you going to try interrogating me?”
”No,” she replies immediately, ”I just want to take you away from class because that what's a girlfriend is supposed to do.”
What the heck is she on about? Seriously, it's rather hard to figure out the thoughts of this girl.
”Alright,” I say while adopting a composed smile.
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”Origami,” I say in an exasperated tone while pressing my fingers against my forehead, ”Why are we here?”
”According to some reliable sources, this is the best place to have a private conversation.”
”That's fine…” I say before inspecting her body and asking, ”But was it really necessary to put on a nurse outfit.”
I was wondering why she didn't want me to step inside the room a few minutes ago.
Origami directly nods her head once and says, ”According to another reliable source, males will listen more carefully when a female is wearing certain uniforms such as this one.”
Well, I can understand what she means, but still… What are these reliable sources she's speaking of?
Shaking my head, I stare at Origami's pink nurse uniform for a few seconds before asking, ”So, why did you bring me here? Seeing that you put on a nurse uniform just to get me to listen to you more carefully, I assume that it's an important matter.”
The moment my voice fades, Origami's expressionless face turns a little solemn as she asks, ”Why did you defend the B-class spirit, Hermit?”
”You're seriously asking me for the reason I protected a harmless little girl from the hands of murderers?”
As expected, a slight frown forms on Origami's face as she asks, ”You think that our AST unit is compromised of murderers?”
”That's right,” I bluntly respond as I sit down on one of the two beds in the room, ”You all hunt down the so-called spirits without care for their thoughts and feelings.”
”Spirits are the murderers,” Origami says in a dissatisfied tone, ”They cause space quakes and possess powers that can endanger everyone. We're just dealing with threats against humanity.”
”What makes you think that way?” I ask, intrigued over the reason she seems to hate spirits so much.
Following my query Origami goes silent for a short while before she raises her head with a resolute look in her eyes.
”Five years ago, a spirit killed my parents,” she proclaims.
”And? You're going to kill all spirits because one of them did that?”
”Is that not reason enough?” Origami says with a frown.
”Not at all,” I respond, ”You're just being absurd. Say, if it was a human that killed your parents and got away with it, would you commit mass genocide to try and wipe out all of humanity?”