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WHO; Kasanoda, Hani, Mori
WHERE; Ouran Courtyard
WHEN; The day of the Bake Off!
WHAT; Joining in!
It was a calm spring afternoon at Ouran High School, and the bustle and activity of classes had just ended when another sort of excitement was just about to begin.
Curious crowds of students gathered around the driveway, watching as a fleet of white vans, all bearing the logos of prestigious pastry restaurants and high-end suppliers made their way into the school compound. Men in crisp, white chefs' garb emerged from the vehicles. With a precision only found in the chaos of the most successful kitchens, they began unloading boxes and boxes of what seemed to be raw baking ingredients and cooking utensils from the depths of the vans.
Murmurs of stifled excitement broke from the crowd as Ootori Kyouya from class 2-A sauntered into the yard and began signing clipboard after clipboard of documents handed to him, and it became apparent that the Host Club had something to do with this.
Enter Ritsu Kasanoda, heir to the Kasanoda-gumi of the Kanto district. Tired after a day of school, Kasanoda shuffled through the echoing marble hallways from his class, only looking forward to getting home as fast as possible and enjoying a relaxing warm bath and a hot lunch. But as he passed by a window overlooking the courtyard, he stopped in his tracks when he spotted a small crowd gathered there. The fact that he recognized Ootori Kyouya in the midst of it all, surrounded by what seemed to be kitchen staff with boxes of flour and cooking chocolate, only served to stir his curiosity even more.
He turned as he heard the sound of familiar voices behind him.
"It's going to be so much fun!! Ne, Takashi?" a cute, boyish voice rang through the hallway, belonging to an adorable 3rd year high school student of small stature and bright enthusiasm who clutched a pink bunny plush toy to his chest. He was accompanied by a tall, tanned 3rd year, who merely answered, "Mmmn," in a deep, calm voice.
Kasanoda immediately dropped to his knees in a swift, practised movement and greeted them in the traditional yakuza way of meeting superiors: "UUSU! MORINOZUKA-ANIKI, HANINOZUKA-ANIKI!"
WHERE; Ouran Courtyard
WHEN; The day of the Bake Off!
WHAT; Joining in!
It was a calm spring afternoon at Ouran High School, and the bustle and activity of classes had just ended when another sort of excitement was just about to begin.
Curious crowds of students gathered around the driveway, watching as a fleet of white vans, all bearing the logos of prestigious pastry restaurants and high-end suppliers made their way into the school compound. Men in crisp, white chefs' garb emerged from the vehicles. With a precision only found in the chaos of the most successful kitchens, they began unloading boxes and boxes of what seemed to be raw baking ingredients and cooking utensils from the depths of the vans.
Murmurs of stifled excitement broke from the crowd as Ootori Kyouya from class 2-A sauntered into the yard and began signing clipboard after clipboard of documents handed to him, and it became apparent that the Host Club had something to do with this.
Enter Ritsu Kasanoda, heir to the Kasanoda-gumi of the Kanto district. Tired after a day of school, Kasanoda shuffled through the echoing marble hallways from his class, only looking forward to getting home as fast as possible and enjoying a relaxing warm bath and a hot lunch. But as he passed by a window overlooking the courtyard, he stopped in his tracks when he spotted a small crowd gathered there. The fact that he recognized Ootori Kyouya in the midst of it all, surrounded by what seemed to be kitchen staff with boxes of flour and cooking chocolate, only served to stir his curiosity even more.
He turned as he heard the sound of familiar voices behind him.
"It's going to be so much fun!! Ne, Takashi?" a cute, boyish voice rang through the hallway, belonging to an adorable 3rd year high school student of small stature and bright enthusiasm who clutched a pink bunny plush toy to his chest. He was accompanied by a tall, tanned 3rd year, who merely answered, "Mmmn," in a deep, calm voice.
Kasanoda immediately dropped to his knees in a swift, practised movement and greeted them in the traditional yakuza way of meeting superiors: "UUSU! MORINOZUKA-ANIKI, HANINOZUKA-ANIKI!"