Kuga Terunori, he's a very talented individual that snatched the eighth seat of the elite ten in Totsuki academy and he's still climbing.

He basically has everything, as he likes to tell himself. He's rich, he's cute and he's talented. He lacks the height but let's not talk about that.

"It sucks."

Your words rang into his head like a bell that never stopped. Never in his life was he ever told that his creation sucked.

"Welcome home, young master." the butler greeted him as he entered their home. Kuga nodded and stumbled his way upstairs, scaring the workers at his current attitude. It was weird seeing him in such low spirits.

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'I sucked?' Kuga thought, sprawling on his giant bed. 'Me? Kuga Terunori? A chef? The eighth seat?'

He was not taking this well.

'It's because baking isn't my forte, right?' He reasoned, trying to make himself happy. 'Yeah! That's right! It's because that's Momo-senpai's not mine!'

He shot up, having all of his energy back.

'Heh, just you wait, (Y/N)-chi! I'll make sure you see how amazing of a chef I am!'

He laughed, standing up in his bed and putting his hands on his hips. Loud laughter echoed through the Kuga mansion, scaring the workers.

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"Young master... it's 4 o'clock in the morning... what are you doing so up so early?" A maid asked as she entered the kitchen to see their young master cooking. [Kuga has lost control of his life]

"Ah. It's already 4?" Kuga asked, facing the maid. His eyes had dark circles and his complexion looked pale. "I guess I've been busy... go prepare my breakfast. I'll probably be fine at school today..."

"It-it's Saturday..." The maid answered.

Kuga's ladle fell to the floor as a heavy silence filled the large kitchen.

"I hate my life..." He mumbled, taking off his apron and walking away from the kitchen. "I'm going to bed."

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Kuga stared into his ceiling, completely wide awake. After taking a bath, all of his sleepiness suddenly decided to go bye bye and left him as the bored guy that he is right now.

"Argh... what am I gonna do... It's so boring..." He complained, rolling around in his bed, only to fall off. "Goddammit..." He groaned, his head hitting his chair. "Why am I having such a-"

He paused, staring at the shirt sitting on the chair. Did he forget to put it in his laundry basket or what? He stood up and was about to take it to the laundry when he suddenly smelled something pleasant.

'Ah... vanilla? Sugar?' He asked himself, taking the shirt and smelling it. "I don't remember cooking with those..." He cocked his head to the side, wondering where the smell came from. "Only Momo-senpai uses those, other than her there's-"

He froze, chucking the shirt away from his face and suddenly feeling a sense of embarrassment run through his whole being. He fell to the ground dramatically, hiding his face in his palms.

'Why am I like this...' He asked himself. "I need to clear my head..."

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"Where do you wish to go, young master?" His driver asked as he opened the door of the car for him to enter. The driver started the car as they left the large house.

"Hm..." he thought for a second, not really knowing where to go at the moment. "Just drive around. I'll think of it when I find something."

The driver nodded, doing as Kuga said.

Just as they finally arrived at the heart of Tokyo, he looked outside the window, finding a familiar silhouette. His eyes widened the moment the figure became clear.

It was you, walking through the streets while wearing a uniform.

"Hey, drive over to her." He said to his driver, pointing to you. After the car drove next to you, he lowered his window. "Yo! (Y/N)-chin! Fancy meeting you here!" You groaned, your face showing a visible face of disgust. "Oh come on! Don't be like that! I thought we're friends!"

'Not even in your dreams...' You thought, walking away from him but he still followed. 'Leave me alone, midget, I have work to do.'

"Hey, it felt like you just called me a midget." He said, staring intensely at you. "You called me a midget, didn't you?"

'Ugh... he's turning into uncle... ah. Work.' You almost forgot. You turned to Kuga, giving him a goodbye wave as you picked up your pace. 'I need to get to work. I overslept because of that guy's stupid cheesecake.'

"WAIT!" Kuga exclaimed, driving next to you again, this time the car parked and he stepped out. "Where are you going? Are you practicing? I can help you out." He offered, standing next to you and pointing to the car.

You shook your head, walking off but he still followed. You snapped your head to face him and gave him a glare. 'I don't need you to bother me!'

"Boo! You're such a lame friend!" He pouted, crossing his arms. "I'll help you out! Get in the car!"

'For fu-' You couldn't finish your sentence as your phone suddenly vibrated, catching you two in surprise. You took it from your pocket and read through the message your uncle sent you.

Doodoo Head:
(Y/N)!!! Please help!!!
Rio-san's making me temper the chocolate!!
I did it yesterday!!

'Honestly, it's your shop. Be more responsible old man.' You thought, glaring at the screen of your phone.

"You look troubled, need help?" Kuga smirked, presenting the car. 'Hehe. This way I'll know what she does then I can make the perfect dish that will make her regret what she told me.'

You growled, having no other choice you entered the car with Kuga following behind you.

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Awkward. That was how Kuga was feeling right now. You were glaring at him ever since you entered the car. He didn't know why but it sure as hell made him feel scared.

"Why are you glaring at me!?" He finally asked, hoping that this won't be his last car ride. You snapped your head to the window, making him confused at your sudden action. 'Huh?! What's this!? Why are you acting like that!? You're scaring me here!'

"(Y/N)-chin, where are we going?" He asked.

'Ah crap. I forgot to tell him...' You groaned, facing him once again, the glare still present in your face. You were actually born with a scary face, that was normal. You were about to open your mouth when you remembered something. There was someone else in the car. You shut your mouth tight, looking over the driver.

Kuga followed your sight and understood why you didn't speak. He moved closer and pointed to his ear, "Here."

You sat there confused at what this guy was doing. What did he want you to do with his ear? Did he want you to pinch it? Scratch it? Is he a dog? A cat? 'What kind of ki-'

"You're imagining something weird are you?" You flinch at the perfectly guessed. "I'm telling you to whisper it!"

'Ah...' You nod, leaning down on his height just to piss him off and whispered. "Yvon patisserie."

Kuga furrowed his brows. 'Is she working there? That's... something...' He thought, propping his body back in place. 'Yvon... the renowned patissier. Someone who won't accept lowly standards and she managed to get in... that's certainly a feat...  "To Yvon patisserie."

And so, the car made its way to your uncle's store. You did not want Kuga to be there. But how were you going to tell him without whispering!? The driver looked at you weird just a moment ago!

'AH!! Either my uncle prohibits me from Totsuki or be forever be bothered by this midget!' You took your phone, going to your contacts, and tugged on his sleeve. 'Put your fuking number in!'

"What?" He asked, looking at the screen. "What do you want me to do?"

'You idiot.' You groan, pointing to the number.

'My... number..?' Kuga asked himself, his eyes, snapping from the phone then to you and back again. '(Y/N)-chin is asking for my number!? Has she fallen for me!? What the heck! I was just going to make her regret what she said! I'm not planning to have her confess!'

He suddenly got a smug smile all of a sudden. Giving you a smile, he began to speak. "H-heh. I-I know that I'm such an attractive person, but I'm afraid that I cannot accept y-your confe-"

"...Dumbass..." You cut him off, flicking his forehead.'Did this guy really think I wanted his number because I liked him?' A look of disgust covered your face as you faced the shocked Kuga. 'Don't get so cocky dude.'

"A-ah... Okay..." He replied, suddenly feeling like a knife was pointed to his throat. He took the phone with shaky hands, putting his number in and handing it to you. 'I just saw my death for a few seconds...'

Just as Kuga was shaking in his seat, his phone suddenly got a notification. He took his phone and looked at whoever was it that sent him a message.

Unknown number:
After I leave the car, leave. I don't want to see your face more than I already did today.