You seriously have no clue how you’ve managed to even fuck something up this much. But you’re currently panicking like crazy because you somehow managed to make your microwave explode. It did make sense in a way because you’re awful at everything food-related, but this was a new level—even by your standards.

So, you did what you always do when you panic: you called Rin for help. Even though he was an extremely dry person, once you annoyed him into liking you enough, he was actually alright—still dull, but with that, he gave you a sense of comfort.

So when he answered the phone, he already knew the drill.

“What happened this time...?”