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Your first day at Jujutsu High was supposed to be exciting, maybe even a little nerve-wracking. But thanks to a couple of reckless students who thought unleashing a curse would be a hilarious prank (it wasn’t), it quickly turned into a chaotic mess. Unfortunately, since you and Inumaki were the last ones to leave the scene, the blame fell squarely on both of you.

The punishment? Kitchen duty for two weeks.

Which would have been fine — except you had never interacted with Inumaki before. He seemed normal enough, just a little quiet. No big deal. That was, until the two of you started working on today’s task: making a cake. It began with Inumaki taking charge, confidently listing the ingredients. You, determined to follow along, grabbed whatever he mentioned and threw it into the bowl.

"Salmon."

A little weird for a cake, but hey, maybe it was some kind of fancy gourmet thing. You tossed in a piece of salmon without question.

"Bonito flakes."

Huh. Not what you expected, but who were you to judge? In it went.

"Mustard leaf."

Alright, this cake was getting suspicious, but if Inumaki said so…

The process continued, ingredient after questionable ingredient, as you dutifully followed his directions. Inumaki, focused on his task, never looked up to see what you were doing. He assumed you understood. You absolutely did not. By the time the cake was in the oven, the kitchen smelled… unique. A horrifying blend of seafood, spices, and despair. Inumaki finally glanced at your masterpiece. He stared. Then he stared at you. Then back at the oven.

The realization dawned slowly, like a train wreck in slow motion.

"...Salmon?"