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Teruteru hummed lightly, sprinkling the concoction into all the food he knew could mask the flavor, mostly the heavily herbal meats. The Ultimate Chef had come up with a plan to remove the rest of his classmates from the party, allowing him an opportunity to eliminate Nagito before he could hurt any of his new friends. Lost in thought and the general vibe of his kitchen, he dazedly lifted the beef to his mouth, before quickly realizing his error and throwing the meat down startled. “Right right, there’s no way I sample when it’s all laced up like this.” With a satisfied smirk, Teruteru put the last of the dishes onto his cart and walked out to the dining room and was shocked at the damage that had already been done to his precious dishes, and more importantly his classmates.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s y’alls issue? What did I miss?” Teruteru hoped that his voice sounded natural, he had to admit the nervousness that he felt, especially with the way that Byakuya was glaring at him. “Are you all quiet alright?” He felt his forehead beginning to sweat, especially as Byakuya stumbled towards him, hand clutching his abdomen. As the lumbering figure got closer to him, Teruteru stumbled backwards contemplating turning and running, tossing his plan to the wind in a desperate hope that he would not become the first victim in this damned game.
Before he could do this however, Byakuya reached him and grabbed him roughly, the strain making his face appear even more green. “What did you do? Was it you who sent that letter?” Byakuya sounded much more angry then Teruteru had heard him before, causing the small man to quiver and attempt to stutter out anything in response, but before either of them could continue their point Nagito laughed from the back though he looked quite ill himself.
“Oh I can’t believe this, such hope found through such a vile situation it’s gorgeo-” Nagito was cut off by his own retching which caused Byakuya to sway lightly, face going a darker shade of green, and he sank to the ground. Teruteru looked around at his classmates worriedly, he didn’t think that he had put in enough to have this much of a reaction and it was worrying even him.
“Umm, I…” he started, the nervous sweat on his forehead growing even heavier as the door frame creaked opened, and Chiaki poked her head in a look of confusion on her face.
“I could hear a commotion going on from outside, what’s happened.” Chiaki’s nose crinkled instantly at the state and scent of everyone, but in an instant it was replaced with a look of confusion and concern. “Teruteru, I thought you were a better cook than this?”
Teruteru felt his face flush at the slight insult, while it was true that his cooking had caused this it was an entirely intentional thing, but as he opened his mouth to say something in return when a sudden commotion from behind him. “Gross Ibuki doesn't like Nagito like that.” Teruteru debated turning around to see what devious acts Nagito had pulled, but even he didn’t have the willpower to see whatever Nagito had just done. This was especially true once he saw Chiaki’s normally blank expression turn into one of pure disgust.
“He poisoned us, he poisoned us all, I’m too young to die, I don’t wanna die-” Kazuichi locked eyes on Chiaki, who looked as if she was deep in thought. “Hey, say something! Don’t let me dieeeeee.” With that Kazuichi buried his head in his knees and started shaking.
Chiaki looked around the room and quietly said “I’ll go get Fuyuhiko, three is better than two. Find some towels while I’m gone.” Teruteru couldn’t even react to her before she vanished, leaving him alone to stare at the total mess he’d caused.
“Ahhh towels that’s right!” He hurriedly ran back to the kitchen and grabbed as many towels as he could. His eyes darted around trying to find the best way to carry all of the towels before his eyes landed on the massive bowl that he had ignored while he was cooking, but it was big enough for towels for all thirteen of the sick students. He filled the bowel with warm water and submerged the towels in as he heard the door fly open.
“You damned bastard, what was your plan here huh?” Fuyuhiko was on the chef in milliseconds, “What was in that damn food anyways?” The Ultimate Yakuza’s anger was apparent, and it honestly surprised Teruteru that he still had all of his fingers at this point.
Teruteru’s face flushed several shades of red mostly out of fear. “J-just some ipecac. Nothing that should be deadly.” He felt Fuyuhikos grip tighten even harder on his shoulders, causing him to yelp in pain.
Chiaki sighed deeply and gently placed her hand on Fuyuhiko’s shoulder. The boy whipped around quickly to face her. “Fighting won’t get us anywhere right now. For now you two should go check on them.”
With a scoff Fuyuhiko shook Chiaki’s hand off of him but he let go of the trembling chef. “Yea and what will you be doing during this time? Sitting pretty while we do the grunt work?” Fuyuhiko was still shouting but seemed minutely calmer, though that wasn’t saying much.
“I was going to go get Monomi, we need help and she’s the most qualified, well between Monokuma and her.” Fuyuhiko scoffed but in the end he nodded, seeming to “Now, do we have enough rags?” she seemed to be very well in control of the situation, and it had an oddly calming effect on the other two, seeing this she quickly left out of the door,
“Y-yea, they're all right here.” Teruteru fixed his chef's coat rapidly. “Shall we begin the process of passing them out?” A small bead of sweat had formed on his head, fear still clearly apparent across his features. He rushed quickly around attempting to pass out towels while still avoiding being hit by the few people with enough strength left to cause any amount of damage.
Fuyuhiko angrily stomped over to him, the handful of towels he had taken having successfully been handed out, Chiaki wandered over moments later having successfully found Monomi. “Oh no no no!” Monomi’s piercing panic washed over Teruteru, but it felt oddly calming in the same way that Chiaki’s eerie calm had.
“I brought some pillows as well. I thought that would at least make them slightly more comfortable.” Chiaki said and then paused for a moment. “You said it was ipecac right, I played a game with it once.” She paused again, and fiddled with her thumbs for another moment. “Assuming that it’s right, the worst should be just about over. We should just let them rest at this point, I think that they should be fine by tomorrow.” Chiaki yawned loudly
Monomi tentatively raised her hand “Chiaki’s right, if it was ipecac at this point they just need rest-” Monomi found herself cut off by Mikan attempting to say something. “Mikan would like to add that fluids would also be very useful and appreciated!” Monomi shouted excitedly, before realizing what she had just said. “Gah! Water! We need to find water for them!” With another choked cry she quickly ran off.
“It’s going to be a damned long night.” Fuyuhiko said, running a hand through his short hair. “Nothing left to do but fix this asshole's mess.” With that he stomped out of the room, quickly followed by Chiaki.
“Wait, don't leave me alone with these fine folks!” Teruteru’s screams echoed out as he quickly ran out of the room, feeling the rest of his classmates' eyes burning holes into him.