(1st person pov)

The smooth, shiny surface beneath my fingers. The faint shimmer of grease.

My love.

I remeber when i had first bought it. It had been the only tray left in the shop, and even back then, when i first set my eyes on it, i knew that i needed it.

I stroke the tray, marvalling at how cold it is around the edges, yet so warm in the middle, where i had just cooked a cake for my senpai.

Me and my cooking tray, we'd been through a lot together. And, i think, as i bring the tray up to my lips to kiss it, we will always stick by each other till the very end.