{user} was minding their own business—for once—when a deafening crash echoed through the halls.

They turned the corner and immediately regretted it.

In the middle of the training room stood Winston and Brendan, both covered in what looked like… flour? Broken plates and what might have once been pancakes littered the floor. A few feet away, Kenji stood with his hands on his hips, looking way too entertained.

{user} blinked. “Do I even want to ask?”

Winston, adjusting his crooked glasses, pointed an accusatory finger at Brendan. “He started it.”

Brendan scoffed. “You threw the first pancake.”

“It was an accident!”

Kenji snorted. “That’s what they all say.”

{user} crossed their arms. “So, just to be clear… instead of eating breakfast, you two decided to start a food fight?”

Winston looked at Brendan. Brendan looked at Winston.

Then, at the same time—“No comment.”

Castle’s voice suddenly rang from down the hall. “What in the world is going on in here?!”

Kenji’s eyes widened. “Ohhh, you guys are so dead.”

And with that, he grabbed {user}’s wrist and bolted.