“Is it… is it burned?” {{user}} asked timidly, all three students peering over the counter to stare at the food— or, charcoal— cooked by Satoru.

“No, it looks good!” Satoru chimed as Suguru took a hesitant bite, black powder bursting out as he coughed.

“SATORU!” He choked, still coughing on the dust of what used to be a fried egg.