Fighting Was Also Her Specialty

Compared to Orihime's shyness, Keigo perked up again at this point.

"Girls..." He looked up, apparently imagining something, as suspicious nosebleed began to flow from his nostrils.

Ichigo couldn't stand it anymore. He rubbed his forehead and said, "It was made by Teacher Yuko."

"What?! Teacher Yuko's cooking?" Keigo immediately shoved through the crowd and crouched in front of the table, staring at the lunch box as though it were a priceless treasure. He looked up at Rukia and asked, "Can I have some?"

"I refuse." Rukia reached out and took it away.

What a joke!

There wasn't even enough of this tiny portion for her!

"Tch." Keigo clicked his tongue dejectedly and slandered her, "It might taste terrible."

"Those science-and-engineering women generally aren't very good at housework."

Mizuiro said blandly, "You changed your tune quickly, Keigo. Is this what they call love turning into hate?"

Ichigo gave him a sidelong look. "If you dare say that in front of Teacher Yuko, I might even praise you as a brave warrior."

Though there was a high chance you'd die horribly.

Chizuru pressed her index finger to her chin, raised her eyes slightly, and mused, "I remember Teacher Yuko being an excellent cook."

Keigo asked enviously, "What? What? Chizuru, you've eaten her cooking?"

Chizuru smiled awkwardly. "Yes. Ichigo and I have known each other since we were children, and Teacher Yuko lived on the same street as Ichigo. She also taught us continuously from elementary school onward, so back then... Hmm, it should have been when we were in middle school. I went to Teacher Yuko's house to play several times."

"I was lucky enough to eat at Teacher Yuko's house a few times back then." Chizuru reminisced. "Her cooking was unbelievably good."

"And she kept the house spotlessly clean."

Keigo