[Obviously if there's one thing that's going to make this even less weird than cooking, it's cooking for the bottomless pit that is your ace pitcher. Furuya's not entirely sure how he got roped into helping with this just by walking by, but suddenly there's a utensil in his hand and he's gently stirring... is it mapo tofu? Chahan? No? Why not?
It better not be something Eijun likes.]
I shouldn't cut anyway, I could hurt my fingers.
[Could, more like would, but that's beside the point.] What're you making, senpai?
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It better not be something Eijun likes.]
I shouldn't cut anyway, I could hurt my fingers.
[Could, more like would, but that's beside the point.] What're you making, senpai?