Shoku hummed contentedly as he sprinkled some white arsenic into the cupcake batter. He grabbed the wooden spoon and stirred for a few minutes before pouring it into the cupcake pan and putting it in the university club room’s oven.

He was baking cupcakes to give to anyone he deemed a threat to his relationship with you. He turned his bright green eyes to the previous batch of cupcakes he had made earlier. Non-poisoned cupcakes he intended to share with you.