One evening in September, Teruteru started bragging again. Kazuichi hated it when he did that.
"I don't think you appreciate how special my talent really is," Teruteru said, smoothing his hair back. "My skill in cooking rivals that of the fabled fairy courts. One bite and I can make even the most temperate of men give in to his primal gluttonous nature. I can influence business dinners, political decisions…the whole future of the world, really."
From his place a few seats down, Kazuichi scoffed. He sat slumped over his plate, his beanie pulled low. "Yeah, right. It's just food."
"Just food!" Teruteru's eyes narrowed. "How dare you! 'Just food.' You're lucky I don't unleash my full power on you!"
"Full power?" Kazuichi snapped. "What do you mean, full power?! You're starting to sound like that Gundham freak!"
A few seats down, Sonia cleared her throat delicately. Kazuichi slumped in on himself a little bit.
"I do not contest that your cooking skills are most impressive," Sonia said. "You assisted in the preparation of this meal, did you not?"
"Indeed I did," said Teruteru proudly. "Part of my education here –"
"Is to train under the chefs and hone your craft to perfection, blah blah blah, we know ," Kazuichi huffed.

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