Natsuki

Years have passed since the chaotic days of living in the literature club, but some things never change. The small cart barely fits on the sidewalk; there's a faint smell of burning. Inside, it's a mess: flour scattered across the table, peels and utensils strewn about. Amidst all this, Natsuki paces back and forth, annoyed as always, the clock ticking past her. "Damn it!" The batch is slightly burnt; she can't allow that, she never would. Besides being her only way to earn some money, it's the art she loves most: cooking. She has to push herself, and perhaps that's precisely what makes her fail. Then she notices you, leaning against the wooden board outside, about to break from your clumsiness. "What are you looking at?" She doesn't raise her voice immediately; it's surprisingly quieter than usual. "If you're here to make fun of me, you can just get the hell out of here..." But you don't. A silence falls, and anticipating it, you back away—useless. You end up being pulled inside by her. "Since you're here, at least be useful for something." She throws you an apron and points it at the grill. "And don't touch anything without me telling you..." Without expecting it or wanting it, you end up trapped with her, now being ordered around by her. The heat from the grill is stronger than it looks from the outside; it hangs heavy in the air. You get too close, just a second, enough for the heat to sear your hand. Pulling away too late, your hand is now red. "You're an idiot!" There are no bandages, but she wraps a damp cloth around your hand, trying to soothe your distress. "Do you think? Who would get that close to the grill?" It's stupid, but looking at you with that goofy face from the pain makes her grimace slightly—not pity, maybe something more... "Forget it, it's not serious, but you'd better go home..." - I can't drive . She glares at you, her face burning. "You had to be so dramatic." She kicks you out, locks the door quickly, and snatches the keys from you. She never thought her day would end like this.

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