sweet sacrifice [deedee]

[kyougoku setsuna]

the wonderful aroma of baked goods permeated the classroom as the blackette continued to mix together the ingredients for the next batch of cupcakes. sitting on the counter was an array of sweets that ranged from cookies to a pound cake, and the culprit behind the numerous confections merely hummed to himself as he moved around the large room. since it was a saturday, classes had only lasted for the first half of the day, and with no plans for the afternoon, setsuna decided to spend the day slaving away in the culinary arts classroom. his younger brother’s, sora’s, birthday was fast approaching, which meant that the raven haired youth needed to get in a few days of extra practice before he set about baking a scrumptious birthday cake for his beloved little brother. he had thought about asking nadeah if he wanted to help; however, he decided against it when he remembered that sora requested he bake the cake. petal pink lips curved into a delighted smile as the teen deemed the batter for the cupcakes ready to be poured into the containers sitting next to the stove.

with careful steps, setsuna began making his way toward the stove that he had previously prepared for the cupcakes. his luck had yet to curse him with a clumsy mistake, and the blackette hoped that he might end his baking spree without falling flat on his bottom. to be honest, his hopes tended to meet deadly ends due to either an unseen object in his path or the sudden appearance of another individual. the latter option held more merit in this situation than the former since the raven haired photographer spent several minutes picking up objects off the floor to avoid crashing and ruining his treats; however, it never hurt to be extra careful due to his known ability to trip over thin air.

a few more steps, he mumbled happily to himself. his gaze locked on the stove as he continued his slow walk toward the object, for his luck might strike against him if he hurried over the last few inches between himself and his destination. however, before he managed to reach the stove, the sound of the classroom door opening reached his ears. raven black locks shifted as he snapped his head around to see who decided to visit the culinary arts classroom. unfortunately, his jerky, abrupt movement ruined his balance, and the petite youth found himself careening toward the floor. wide violet hued eyes settled on ground while his body continued its descent until he collided with the unmoving floor. the bowl of cupcake batter escaped his hands and flew into the air, and gravity pulled against the object which caused it to turn over and drop its contents unto setsuna and the ground.

a grimace flashed across the blackette’s features as his fingers pinched together a section of his shirt and pulled the fabric away from his chilled flesh. his nose wrinkled in distaste until the sound of approaching footsteps tore him away from his observation of his soiled clothing. amethyst hued eyes darted up to settle on the figure of his white haired classmate, yamazaki deedee, and setsuna could not help the sheepish smile that spread across his pallid mien. yamazaki-san, he murmured in slight surprise. w-were you looking f-for me? o-or hoping t-to make u-use of the f-facilities as w-well? warmth spread across his cheeks and painted them a rosy hue, and he fought against the urge to fidget and lower his gaze to study the dirty floor. why did he always manage to end up on the ground?

[Yamazaki Deedee]

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[kyougoku setsuna]

amethyst hued eyes studied the proffered hand for a few seconds before glancing at his own flour and batter soiled hands; however, he doubted that he could regain his feet without outside assistance. the current batter splattered state of the floor would hinder his movements and spark another fall before he even managed to stand tall and proud. setsuna sighed to himself and reached up to wrap his pale fingers around deedee’s darker colored hand. his blush intensified as yamazaki-san easily helped hoist him to his feet, and after releasing her hand, his fingers immediately began toying with the hem of his shirt. he only looked away from the ground when the sound of deedee’s footsteps grew closer and louder.

the blackette glanced up and studied the mop in the white haired youth’s hands while she spoke, and setsuna could feel the heat growing ever stronger as it radiated out from his cheeks. mou… he breathed out softly while deedee began mopping up the mess his incompetence created. with no other options, setsuna found himself carefully maneuvering his way out of the classroom and toward his locker on the second floor. he generally kept at least one set of clothes stashed away there due to his unfortunate habit of soiling his clothes while trying to escape either bullies or imaginary problems, and in instances similar to the batter debacle, setsuna praised his own thoughtfulness. however, he rarely saw the point in lavishing himself with praise since the problems generally stemmed from his inability to properly communicate or his clumsy nature.

setsuna heaved a sigh as he reached his locker, and it took barely any time for him to undo the lock and pull out his stashed outfit. with the locker shut and clothing in hand, the blackette wound his way through the labyrinth of halls toward one of the male bathrooms. once he reached his destination, he slipped into a stall and quickly changed out of his school uniform and into his casual clothes; however, setsuna could not escape the chill left from the batter. dark purple colored eyes stared down as his dirty hands as he stepped out of the bathroom stall, and he supposed deedee would not mind if he used the sinks to wash some of the grim off his hands and arms. his eyes briefly glanced up toward the ceiling in thought before he decided to wipe the batter and flour off his face as well.

his entire trip took roughly thirty minutes. the young photographer sighed to himself as he stared at the culinary arts classroom’s door, and he slowly reached out with a quivering hand to rest against the door knob. i hope yamazaki-san isn’t mad about how long i took, he murmured to himself while wrapped his fingers around the orb=like structure of the knob. setsuna twisted the object in his hand which caused the door to slowly open. the blackette stepped into the room, and his violet tinted eyes immediately swept over the newly cleaned floor. a sheepish grin spread over his pallid mien while his eyes sought out his classmate.

sorry for the delay, yamazaki-san, he immediately stated with a bow after spotting her. e-etto… would you rather h-help me make another b-batch of cupcakes? or w-work on s-something else? white teeth flashed as the blackette pressed them harshly against his bottom lip, and he hoped that he was not being presumptuous. he would hate to seem like he was trying to order her around. i’m sorry. e-etto… i c-could leave if y-you want… o-or n-not. pale fingers tugged nervously at the hem of his pale blue shirt, and setsuna wondered if he should run away now before he managed to upset yamazaki-san.

ooc: sorry for the wait and how crappy my reply is.

[Yamazaki Deedee]

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