"All right, hurry up and get started."
"Get started on what?" Kazehara Tetsu stayed in the doorway, looking at her in confusion.
"Cooking, of course."
Kiryuin Fuka answered as though it were perfectly obvious. "All those groceries you bought at the Auction, meat and vegetables alike-were they just for display? You know how to cook, and I happened to learn for a while too. With both of us here, are we really going to let that bag of food rot in the freezer?"
Kazehara Tetsu lowered his head and checked the time on his phone again.
"Senpai..."
He turned the screen toward her. "Look carefully. It's only ten thirty. Isn't it a little early to eat?"
Kiryuin Fuka's expression did not change. "Start at ten thirty, and by the time you get everything on the table, it'll be nearly noon. Just right for lunch."
"But I wasn't planning to cook now. I was going to cook tonight. That bag of groceries was for my dinner tonight. If I cook it now, what am I supposed to eat this evening?"
"Worry about tonight when tonight comes."
Kiryuin Fuka spoke lightly, but her eyes never left him. "Besides, I followed you all the way here and waited at your door for so long. Kagihara, surely you wouldn't be cruel enough to shut your senpai out like this?"
As she spoke, her tone softened a little, and she lowered her brows and eyes slightly, putting on a look that said, "Can you really bear to do that when I'm this pitiful?"
Kazehara Tetsu studied her like that for a while, then shook his head.
"Doesn't suit you."
"What doesn't?"
"Playing pitiful. It doesn't suit you at all. You're someone who walks straight into the Student Council whenever you please, senpai. Now you're standing