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Beacon Academy is a combat school. This, in itself, is obvious. The Academy is prestigious, difficult, and only made for the world's top class fighters. Their focus on combat and aura gives each generation after the last many ample opportunities to become the greatest and strongest warriors to ever live in Remnant.
So why, Blake wonders as she leans forward on her desk, is there a Home Economics class available here?
By no means did she want to take the class. No, this semester should have been filled to the brim with combat training and Remnant History classes. Unfortunately for her, the Academy required one Extra Curricular class in addition to her prestigious combat classes.
And she just so happened to be one of the last applicants for her schedule. So, the only other opening for an extra class was Home Ec.
The first day she walked into the class wasn't so bad. Blake had been worried that she wouldn't know any of the students in that class, but as it turned out, Sun Wukong was in there with an open seat on his right. She took it as soon as she spotted it, greeting Sun as she did so.
It did strike her as peculiar that he was in here; he didn't seem the type to care about this stuff. When asked about it, he simply shrugged and mentioned something about being dumped into the class, and that he didn't want to go through the bother of changing it.
He had avoided her eyes when he said it, though.
Blake grinned when he wasn't looking.
A lot of the students, Blake noticed, didn't like admitting that they wanted to be there. She got it though. They're in a highly advanced combat school; no one wanted to admit it if they want to take a class on mundane stuff like nutrition and cooking. And Blake sensed that Sun was one of those students.
Blake didn't share that interest. No, she did not want to be there. She wanted to get off her rear and get back to training, or get back to learning about Remnant History or Dust techniques. Even listening to another one of Mr. Port's stories would have appealed to her more. Anything but learning about a mundane life she will never live.
However, if she was being honest, it wasn't so bad at first. She and Sun paired up for most of the projects, and even though she tended to get lost a lot, Sun helped the both of them pull through. Their third project consisted of baking some type of pie. Blake hadn't really been paying attention that day; there was way too much on her mind.
It was Sun to the rescue though, because he gave her orders like "Put two cups of sugar in the bowl" or "Set the oven to 365 degrees." while he'd do his share of the work on the other side of the table. That was easy. Straight-to-the-point orders she could do. She told herself to thank Sun later for the extra effort to keep her on track instead of pointing out that she hadn't been listening to the teacher.
Their food didn't turn out bad, either. When finished they were allowed to kick back and eat it, sharing friendly conversation over the counter while they did so. It was... nice. Relaxing. Blake didn't get this often.
Their pie was half finished when she zoned in to what Sun was saying, and she leaned back in attempt to pay attention to his story. "...So I told Scarlet not to touch it, but you know him. Doesn't listen to a word we say." Sun said between mouthfuls of pie. "I mean, nothing happened when he did end up touching it, but one day Sage and I are gonna say 'No, Scarlet, don't touch that' and he's not going to listen, and what's going to happen?" Sun throws his hands up in the air, one hand holding the fork with a piece of pie embedded in the end. "He's gonna regret it, that's what. And I'm not gonna be the one cleaning up the mess he makes from it, y'know?"
Blake shook her head with a small smile, stuffing another tasteful piece into her mouth. She was totally content with letting him ramble on if it meant she could eat the majority of their pie. Sun seemed pretty content to talking anyway. Blake still nodded and smiled when necessary, and eventually, they had finished off the food.
"Ruby's going to kill me." Blake laughed after a moment, leaning back in her chair with crumbs at the corners of her mouth. "I told her I'd save her a piece."
Sun laughed and picked up the empty pie plate. "You should have told me. I could've put a slice away."
"I'll save her something next time." She promised to herself, getting to her feet to help Sun clean up their area. "What's the next project?"
"I think we're making cookies next." Sun replied, and Blake smiled to herself. Cookies sounded great. And Ruby loved those.
The classroom was still buzzing with life as the students finished up their own pies, and it was just about time for the class to end. Blake and Sun exited the class together, said their goodbyes, and parted ways.
This class wouldn't be too bad, she decided that day.
As the weeks went on, it tended to follow the same pattern. And yes, she saved cookies for Ruby the following week, who had let out a loud squeal and a "Blake, you're the best!" before consuming the entire handful of cookies in under a minute in front of her.
Blake and Sun got to know each other quite well during the course of the semester, and Blake always enjoyed being around him. He always managed to make her laugh, even when she was having a bad day. His personality accommodated for that easily, she supposed. Either way, it was a great feeling to enjoy a class she thought she would loathe the entire semester.
And she would have enjoyed it all the way to the end too, had it not been for the Baby Simulator project.