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It was around 2:00 AM, and Fumiya still wasn't able to sleep.
He was 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. And like, really REALLY hungry.
He felt like going downstairs to wake up Iori and make him do all the work on his behalf, since Fumiya wasn't really the best cook out there.
However, hes tried making brownies before, and it didn't go so bad that time. Even if it's been awhile since he last tried making anything.
What's the harm in Fumiya trying to make some food on his own? It can't go 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 badly!!!
Fumiya got out of his room and made his way downstairs quietly, but he didn't really make any attempt to not make noise either.
He made his way to the kitchen, and, to his luck, all the stuff he needed had just been recently washed, so they we're all ready and clean on the table. How could all of this get any more easier for him?
Then, he felt a light above his head blind his eyes. Was it a flashlight? Was it a lamp? Was it Rikai? No, it was anything BUT that.
It was a portal, atleast it looked like one.
It was unusual, but not as unusual as anything else Fumiya's experienced in theese few years of living with 6 other people.
Fumiya could hear a distant voice coming from the portal, moving out of the way for rather obvious safety reasons.
𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙈𝙋
Fumiya stared at the floor as he saw a long-haired guy lay on the ground below him.
The guy looked around Fumiya's age, atleast somewhat. And his hair was made out of blue flames. Which, is 𝘕𝘖𝘛 normal at all, but Fumiya can't judge a guy for his appearance like that.
The guy lift his head up and looked at Fumiya like he just saw a ghost, or something like that.
“GAAAHH?! WHAT THE HELL?! This has got to be some joke FR...!!!”
Fumiya watched as the guy infront of him got up in panic to make sure of all his surroundings. Maybe even he didn't know why he was here?
“Don't tell me..you're the one who brought me here? Cause if so, I've gotta get back to the dorms ASAP. I dunno who you are, but I'm not dealing with some teleport thing again...”
Why's he even speaking like that? Whatever, that's not the main point. Fumiya's gotta set it straight with this..stranger.
“I didn't bring you here, nor do I know why you're here.”
“This has got to be a joke, right? Even for a shut-in like me this is too 𝘉𝘙𝘜𝘛𝘈𝘓!”
Brutal? A shut-in? Fumiya doesn't even know what this guy is saying anymore.
But hold on, maybe he could get help from this guy.
Sure, he's got no clue who he is or if he can make something as simple as 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴, but it's sure worth a shot, right?
“Hey, can you cook?”
“Huh?! I mean..I've made stuff before, sure..but it def is not one of my strongest points, I'm srs.”
“Can you make brownies?”
“..Brownies? I could 𝘵𝘳𝘺, I guess..but I don't rly want to, or anything..—”
“But you 𝘤𝘢𝘯, right? So you'll make them with me, right?”
“Urghh..this all feels like a huge THREAT!!! It's like a level 100 vs level 1...and I'm at the losing end.”
“But fine, I'll do it..I don't seem to have any other choice here, anyway..”
—
A few minutes later, Fumiya handed the guy a list of what they'd need. Sure, it was simple enough for anyone to understand, but Fumiya didn't feel like doing so 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 work on making sweets for himself, so he might aswell try and get the other guy to do most of it, right?
“You've got it? Right? You know how to make all of that, right?”
“Yeah, I get it..but I don't really know where you keep all of this stuff in your..house, so you've gotta help me here, or we're cooked for real.”
“Okay, got it.”
Getting the ingridients and everything else wasn't going to be 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 hard, right? Fumiya's watched Iori make stuff like brownies before, so he's taken note where all the ingridients are kept in the house.
One by one, Fumiya would hand over the ingridients to the blue haired guy next to him, everything going surprisingly smoothly.
“Alright..we just need the cocoa, you've got that, right?”
Fumiya nodded, holding a plastic bag with some sort of 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘳. Assuming this was cocoa, he poured everything in the bag 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 into the bowl.
“Not to ruin it all right now or anything..but this cocoa doesn't really 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 like cocoa.”
“Huh? It doesn't?”
“No! It's like..super strong..and it smells musky, too. Like black pepper, and things like that.”
Fumiya looked at the plastic bag again, reading what was written on it with big, red, and bold letters.
𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘴.
Oh well, it wouldn't be so bad to try something new like that with brownies, right? After all, a part of life is to take risk to survive, so why not try some brownies with an extra mix of weed?
“It's nothing, I'll just add in the cocoa now.”
“Wait, so you DIDN'T just add it in?! What did you put into that bowl?!”
“Maa maa maa. It's nothing to worry about.”
“I've srsly got a bad vibe from this..”
—
After around 30 minutes, they took the brownies out of the oven.
“They smell kind of..burnt. Are you sure theese are good to eat?”
“Yeah, I'm sure.”
With no hesitation, Fumiya dug right into eating the brownies. They we're surprisingly good for something he had made on his own and with a guy he barely knew, so he took a mental note on that.
He turned to look at the strange guy next to him, who seemed sort of proud of the work he had put into the brownies aswell.
And of course, they had finished eating half of the brownies in under twenty minutes. Of course, eating more wouldn't have been a problem for Fumiya..however, the brownies ended up taking a very heavy toll on him not that long after his first ten-or-so pieces.
—
Fumiya woke up with a harsh headache, feeling a slight pain in his chest. His body felt ever so slightly weak, too tired to move at all.
He tried to open his eyes, as the light in the room started to make everything more clear to him...
“Oi, Fumiya, the hell did you do?”
“PPPPPPPP!!! This is..THIS IS ABSOLUTELY DESPICABLE!!! Have you stayed up all night?! IN THE KITCHEN?!”
“And you made brownies, too! You could've just woken this slave up to make tons and tons of brownies for you that could last a LIFETIME!!!”
“ 'S not my fault, he did it..”
Fumiya said, pointing to the guy next to him.
“You've lost your shit or somethin'? There ain't anyone there.”
“Huh?”
Oh. The guy had already disappeared. Maybe he went back to where he came from, wherever that was...
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