Ayato's POV

Class was more of the same, annoying giggling from the girls and flirting from the teacher. It's a miracle we learn anything in this class and another miracle that Mr Rana hasn't been fired yet. When the bell rang I went off to lunch, but was stopped my a notification from my phone.

<Hello there.

Who are you?>

<That isn't important, but if you find it necessary, you may address me as 'Info Kun'.

How do you have this number?>

<I have my ways.

<Anyway, I have been meaning to talk to you, Ayato Aish

How do you know my name?>

<I know more than just your name.

<Your family is infamous with the higher-ups in this school.

My family just has a curse that prevents emotion.>

What does that have to do with the higher-                                                                                                                                                                                                    ups?>

<I'm guessing you aren't aware then.

Aware of what?>

<Your families... other quirks.

What does that mean?>

<I advise you ask your father, Ryobo Aishi.

What?>

Hello?>

I was left feeling unsure. I will have to ask Father about these 'other quirks' after school, if they even exist. In order to clear my mind I went for a walk around the school, before remembering Amao's invite. Deciding to take him up on his offer I made my way over to the cooking club.

Entering the room I was immediately hit with a sweet smell. Just being in this room made me hungry. I saw Amao at the oven, lifting some biscuits out of the oven and placing them on the counter to cool.

"That looks tasty," I said, catching Amao's attention.

"Oh, hello Ayato," he responded walking over to me, "You can try some once they have cooled down if you want."

"That would be nice," I responded.

Me and Amao held conversation until the treats were cool enough to eat, then we ate some. They were really good, I ate more then I probably should of. As we were eating, I heard the door open, and turned to see the one and only Osano standing at the door, still seeming mad for no reason.

"Hello, Osano," Amao greeted him, as Osano walked over to us.

"Hi, Amao. I was wondering if I could use some things from here to cook. Not like I want to cook or anything, Senpai is just incapable of bringing his own food so I have to make some for him!" He said, raising his voice in the last sentence.

Osano's face seemed to be extremely red, in fact his ears had turned red as well.

Osano's POV

F*CK THEY'RE HOT!

Ayato's POV

"Sure, go ahead," Amao smiled, making Osano somehow go even more red as he marched his way towards the fridge.

"Don't mind him, he just doesn't like expressing his emotions," Amao explained to me in a quiet voice.

We all proceeded to spend the rest of lunch in the cooking club room, Taro and Hanako eventually joining us. They all seemed to have known each other for quite a while, so were comfortable with making fun of each other's characteristics.

I smiled for the third time that week.