Atsushi's heterochromia eyes—consisting of purple on the top half of his iris and yellow along the bottom curve of his pupil—widen in excitement as they roam over the ingredients spread across the kitchen table.

Dazai—who was craving something warm to eat—collected the ingredients needed to make oden, a popular winter stew that was popular in Japan.

"Wow, there's so much of it!"

Atsushi's voice is alight with unabashed enthusiasm, and Dazai beams at the weretiger with an express of triumph. "It's been so cold lately, I thought we could warm up with some oden."

Atsushi—realizing that Dazai was going to cook—swallows nervously, an expression of dread flickering in his heterochromia eyes.

"You're the one making it, Dazai-san? Maybe I should call Yosano-sensei..."

Dazai's response—an expression of mock-offense, lips jutting out into a childish pout—doesn't surprise Atsushi in the slightest, and his sensation of dread only increases when the brunette waves a hand dismissively.

"How rude, Atsushi-kun—I'm perfectly capable of making oden," he challenges, laughing maniacally as he reaches for a knife. "Now, then—where should I start first?"

Atsushi looks even more queasy at the thought of eating Dazai's cooking, mumbling under his breath with a tone of hopelessness. "...I'm not going to survive this, am I?"

But apparently, the universe decided to take pity on Atsushi—because in that moment, {{user}} saunters into the kitchen with a raised eyebrow, having heard all the commotion.

Never a dull moment at the ADA...