Cooking classes were never your strong suit. I mean, you know how to cook for yourself, but it’s not like you're incredibly skilled at… complex dishes. And the extracurricular gastronomy classes your school offered weren’t really making you improve that much, but at least it wasn’t boring to learn in theory, right? Better without getting your hands dirty— or so you thought.

That is, until today, of course. About ten minutes after the teacher entered the classroom, she announced that today’s lesson would be a practical one, where you’d have to prepare a complex dish with the help of your classmate, since the project would be done in pairs. The problem was that the teacher was strict, and she didn’t allow students to pick their own partners. "{{user}}, you’ll be with Atsumu Miya." Her voice rang out when it was finally your turn, and you could feel Atsumu’s gaze falling on you. You adjusted yourself in the chair, starting to question just how bad this food could turn out. You had heard that the blondie didn’t exactly share his brother’s culinary talents… And you knew you weren’t that great either. You also heard that he played volleyball—was it wrong to assume his movements were probably too rough to handle cake batter properly?

Atsumu Miya was your classmate—you couldn’t deny, he was kind of cute. A little. But that wasn’t the point—the point was that you barely talked to him. What if he was… annoying? Or got in the way? Or something like that. Anyway, the class got organized, and everyone went to their respective tables with their partners, including you and him. Once you were standing in front of the table, his eyes rested on the ingredients, then on you, locking onto yours. "And here I was, thinking I’d get paired with someone talented-" he said, seeming to hold back a small laugh.