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17: 💕Inspiration Who?

~Akademi High (Hallway)~
~YS Life~

I was walking in the hallway alone, thinking about the poison Ayano put in Osano's bento.

Great. If this keeps up, all of the rivals will die. (Which is a good thing to the yandere- readers out there! Hi!)

But I don't get it. Both senpais aren't present, and I don't see the rivals flirting with a girl. Taeko's not around anyway, so she's not an option.

And all the rivals are male students, so why did Ayano try to poison-

"Y/N?"

"BUTTERFINGERS, A YANDERE!" I screamed, hitting the person all over.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, Y- Y/N!" The person said. "S- stop!"

I did what the dude said, then covered my mouth. "Oops! Sorry, Amao! I got a little carried away!"

He chuckled. "It's alright. By the way, wanna stop by the club? I got something for you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Again?"

"No, just taste- test it." He replied flatly.

I facepalmed. "Right, right, of course... let's go."

♡♡♡

Amao pulled a F/C (fave color) cake out of the fridge, then sliced it.

"Are you sure you're just the one who did this?" I asked him suspiciously, observing the cake. "By the looks of it, you had help."

He nodded. "Kokona and Saki helped me mixing the ingredients, but I did all the decorating part."

"It's totally amazing."

"Th- thank you," he thanked bashfully, stabbed a fork in a slice, then looked at me. "Say 'ahh'!"

I scoffed while smiling. "Come on, Amao, I'm not a kid anymore! I can feed myself!"

"No. I'll do it for you." He smiled sweetly.

"Fine. But because I'm here for just a tasting session..." I hung my head for a second, then opened my mouth a little.

Amao brought the fork up, then the flavor of the cake exploded in my mouth.

(Nani, author- chan?! You crazy!)

"This... is... really good!" I told him, still chewing.

"Heh, thanks." He shook his head bashfully, then grabbed a napkin on the table. "You've got some icing right here." He said, wiping the side of my lips with the napkin.

"How do you make these kind of food?" I asked him.

Amao looked up, scratching the back of his neck. "Well... I first preheated the oven in 360°, and-"

"Not that, genius!" I giggled. "I mean what's your secret making these pastries?"

"Love."

My head jerked up, staring blankly at him. "Huh?"

"You heard me," he crossed his arms. "Love."

I smirked a bit, teasing him. "Oh. So your family's your inspiration."

Blood creeped up his cheeks, coloring them light pink. "N- not just my family..." he paused. "There's... someone else..."

'Taeko,' I whispered mentally. 'It's gotta be Taeko, please!'

He chuckled. "I'm not telling you."

I scoffed. "Oh, come on! Please? You can trust me, I'm very good in keeping secrets. I'm all ears!"

"Can I just give you clues?" He asked.

I nodded rapidly. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Amao breathed deeply. "Okay, she has two eyes, a nose, and lips."

I rolled my eyes. "Amao!"

He chuckled, continuing. "Well, her name is spelled using..."

"What? Spelled using what letters?"

". . . using the letters in the alphabet." He finished.

I can feel my eye twitching right now because of frustration.

I facepalmed. "Odayaka- kun, pleeeaaase!" I whinned.
But he just laughed at me, then pinched my cheeks lightly. "You're so cute when you whine. But I'm still not telling you who I like, and that's it."

Argh, this dude.

H- he's cute, though.