This dream the one that haunts him at night. He opens his eyes to see the silhouette looking ethereal in a beautiful gown that you'd never see an average person in. They swayed side to side gracefully as they curiously tilted their head as he began to step closer to them. As usual, his dream is set in an open field with a cherry blossom tree on the hill, providing the figure with shade.

He stopped, at the hill, looking up at them and he couldn't help but have the feeling of him entering another world, stepping over the invisible line that separates them. He steps over this line and stands in front of them, they take his hand and stare into his eyes, "Oh Taeko... Your dress is suits the Goddess you are. I can only feel the coldness off your skin in this dream but you make me feel so warm whenever I see you..." He begins, blushing madly knowing that he's touching her hand it makes him feel tingly inside, "You occupy my mind and you're the blood that pumps throughout my body. You help me live, giving my life a purpose and I know one day this won't be a dream and you'll except my confession."

The figure tilts their head when he says Taeko, but it goes unnoticed by him as he can feel his heart pounding and he breaths heavily knowing he's holding Taeko's hand! "Soon, I'll be holding the real you in my arms... No one will come between us, everyone is just an obstacle trying to stop our love blossoming..." He rambles, being to hold the figures grip slightly tighter. He sees a necklace with a key around the silhouette's neck, they twiddle it in their fingers before poking his heart.

He's confused but his eyes follow their finger, he suddenly feels a strong gush off wind ripping his grasp out of the silhouette's. "Find me." The wind howled,"Who do I remind you off?" Ayato is speechless, too busy grabbing onto the blades of grass pointing towards the starry night sky as he battles against the furious wind, he feels his legs begin to lift off the floor but he's determined to hold on."Let go off the person you believe I am." The wind bellows, yet he remains grasping the grass refusing to let go.

It all fades to black, he awoke in a cold sweat, "Taeko!" He shouts, only to be answered by silence. He didn't sleep much after that, he felt like a walking corpse trying to keep his eyes open instead off succumbing the the sweet demise off slumber. He stared at his corkboard, a picture off Amao stood center stage, being held up by a knife. He's never wanted to fit someone like a pig before, chop them up and toss them far away from Taeko. He thinks he can just waltz into her life like he owns the place and take her away? He's sorely mistaken...

He has a list off 'methods' he can use to get rid of him for eternity, he also has a map off the cooking club with pictures off the members surrounding the map. It's fairly easy to say that you're a person who likes memories and pictures to really capture a moment forever. What better way to do so when you can temporarily join the photography club and take their picture.

He would describe it as 'funny' that they so easily walked into his spiderweb and wrapped there self in it just waiting to be placed onto the chopping block. Even better, Info-chan gives him data on them as well, including reputation, information on them as a person and their likes and dislikes. It makes things a walk in the park when it also shows their crush.

He stares at Amao's photo, what does he hold so close to his heart. His family? Yes. Their shop in town? Yes. Making sure everything is in order? Yes. There's so many things he can do to cut him down and diminish him to nothing so many weak points out in the open and he'll use them all against him.

Y/n, texted Kokona, Saki, some of her other friends and...Ayato about the upcoming bake sale, that would start at lunch. The main reason she texted them was to make sure they had their money for the sweet treats, since they were definitely buying stuff for her.

She entered the cooking club and the room was split into two sections, a kitchen and a dining area, by a partial interior wall against the kitchen counter. The kitchen has a pink-and-white checkered floor also with pink walls, as well as pink countertops and appliances.

The room contains basic kitchen appliances such as: a toaster, a stove, a microwave, a sink, five knives, a cutting board, a plate, a refrigerator, a blender, and a coffee maker. There are two rows of counters on opposite sides of the kitchen, as well as a smaller center island where members surrounded when they cooked, and today was no different.

The dining area to the left has a table in the center of the room and several shelves. The table and chairs are also clad in pink. The six chairs surrounding the table are usable by students. The walls are peach colored and the floor is a golden-brown plaid pattern, with a white and pink rug in the middle.

The room was heavily populated with members and random students, she looked left to right for her blue haired friend but it seemed the crowd had parted for him, Amao Odayaka.

He had short light brown hair with a mint green headdress along with a white button up and a mint green apron covering it. He wears the armband of leadership due to being the Cooking Club leader.

"Oh! Perfect timing! Are you one of the volunteers I so desperately need for today?" Amao smiled that warm gentle smile he always does with his club members and everyone around him. He really was a sight, radiating positive energy and rays of sunshine purely by existing.

She's sure he could simply walk past an already wilted flower and it would spring back to life because of him.

His teal blue eyes were a sky she'd want to fly through any day and she was practically lost for words, since he gave her look of concern. He put his hand on her left shoulder and squeezed it slightly to knock her out of her trance. She was stood, swaying slightly as she stood since she does anything to distract herself from a situation and words seemed to die in her throat when she tried saying anything. She nervously swayed slightly as she stood, she does absolutely anything to distract herself from whatever embarrassing mess she's gotten herself into.

What should she say? Yes? No?

It didn't matter because he interupted their moment.

A hand squeezed her shoulder so tightly into her right shoulder it seemed intentional and her face scrunched up in pain. "T-Taeko?" He questions, he's still extremely tired from his dream, in his defense he only saw the back of her head. Y/n turned around giving him a harsh stare, her eye twitches slightly as her arms were crossed, "How comes you can't tell the clear difference between me and Taeko, you need to get more sleep." She spat looking at the bags under his eyes.

Ayato noticed the way Y/n was standing, gently swaying left to right, it reminded him off something. He let go, noticing her expression. Amao also withdrew his hand and she was about to open her mouth till she was cut off, "Saki is over there so if you don't mind could I speak to Amao?" Ayato asks, with a small smile on his face, Y/n reluctantly nods. She's still annoyed by him calling her Taeko but she doesn't want to be near Amao. things between them are very awkward since they use to be childhood friends and they kind of drifted apart.

Atleast, this stopped her from having to lie to Amao or say something out of line, she feels like she can't ever face him again. She subconsciously touches the necklace around her neck, it has a plastic ring on it. Amao gave it to her and she's never taken it off. He probably disposed off his but she can't move on. She tucks it back under her shirt and walks off and heads over to Saki. Amao's eyes follow the back of her head and then he turns back to Ayato, waiting for an answer.

"I would like to volunteer for your club." Ayato spoke staring into the cooking club leaders eyes, Ayato smiled slightly as he spoke to look more 'enthusiastic' despite never being able to feel any emotions at all. He just felt cold in his presence, not like when he was with Taeko or-

"Ah! That's great we have aprons over there, is your girlfriend, Y/n thinking of joining us aswell? I haven't spoken to Y/n in a long time, we grew up together in case you didn't know. Either way, the more help, the better!" Amao responds, making the choice off getting the apron quickly for Ayato and Y/n. Amao hands him the aprons and Ayato can feel his eye twitch, he's also noticed that Y/n's eyes twitch when she's agitated. He doesn't know why his mind chose to remember that detail about her.

"No. We are not in a relationship." He replied, with slightly less warmth in his voice than last time, he held the two folded aprons Amao had given to him and then gave him back the one on the top, "I would like to join." He repeats once more, he wants to shove this apron down his throat and watch as his face turns bluish.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to assume, we would all be happy to welcome you into our club! Saki can help you out with the cooking, but no need to worry! You can hang around our club for a bit or come back later and get started." Amao says, Ayato simply nods back and becomes one with the group of people around the counter tops where the sink was, facing away from him.

He removes the pen from his pocket after noticing a long list off names with some crossed of, which he assumed were the people that were not going to be served food. He drew his pen left to right and crossed off Taeko Yamada. He's never going to allow this pest to get near her.

He turned his back to notice a purple headed girl was staring at him, knowing Y/n had a purple headed friend, it must be Kokona. He leaned his back against list to shield it and texted Musume to distract her.

That Y/n briefly glanced in his direction before continuing with what she was doing.

Once the bleached headed girl had arrived trouble followed, "Ugh, Kokona, I HATE running into skanks..." Musume spat and her eyes moved from Kokona to a bowl of flour and she stared at Kokona tilting her head slightly, with a smirk. She knew exactly what she was about to do.

"Wait! Musume, no!" Kokona tried to stop the silver bowl from hitting the floor but it landed with a loud clank silencing the whole room," Oh. My. God. Kokona's large rack knocked the bowl off!" Musume laughed, and took her phone out to take a picture of the mess on the floor and the flour that landed on Kokona. She took her leave, with a laugh that echoed throughout the room.

As soon as Musume left everyone glared at Y/n, Y/n rolled her eyes wondering why she had to be related to Musume. People were busy cleaning up the flour with a dust pan while Ayato stationed himself where Saki once was, now too busy helping everyone else clean up the mess. He supposes He could take a stab at this cooking stuff. He slowly cranked the lid of the emtics pills and then crushed them using the blunt side of the knife and pressed down till it was a powder and repeated the process till he deemed he had enough.

He threw the baking powder out the container and replaced it with the powder, he then ripped some paper rolls and covered the baking powder with it, in the bin.

He closed the lid on baking powder and took his apron off, leaving it on the handle and leaving.

Y/n had left the cooking club shortly after taking some photos of the baker's baking and putting the pictures on the notice board. Then she decided to sit on the side away from Taeko on the fountain. She watched as Amao set up the bake sale stand with a table with a sky blue table cloth with white polka dots on it, with a smile still prominent on his face.

She wanted to apologies for her sister, if she did she'd be there for a long time as her sister has done many things. She also had enough things on her plate.

She could purchase things from Info-chan at the price of panty shots and placing bugs around school, gross. What a pervert. She'd rather plant bugs around school, she had also found out Info-chan dropped the stuff she purchased out from her window.

So, that brings the question, who is normally around the perimeter of school.

Someone must of saw them go by so she's made of map of the cliches and where they hangout and who could of possibly seen them. It's not the best drawing but it will do, Info-chan says a hefty price is in order for her to sell out a customer's info so she has to work extra hard.

She wants to make sure her family and friends are not at risk, she doesn't know what Info-chan could do or this potential threat.

She's willing to do anything.

He's willing to do anything.

He was currently on the rooftop, Saki had asked to talk to Amao on the roof about something and this might be important.

"Just tell me what's wrong! You haven't been acting like yourself!" Saki speaks, with worry and concern, "I'd never judge you for anything. I want you to know you can always talk to me."

"I-its my parent's bakery health inspectors are coming in and my parents haven't been able to afford some machinery they need and the oven we have broke down! I'm just so stressed out and with the bake sale too, I feel like I'm behind in everything!" Amao broke into sobs grabbing clumps of hair on the side of his head and pulling on it, a tear falls down his face and Saki pulls him into a hug.

His arms fall to his side and he returns the hug, his chin resting on her shoulder, " I'm so sorry your under so much stress maybe talking about it will help, knowing you have friends always willing to help you Amao." Saki whispered to him truthfully, smiling up at him yet feeling so terrible inside for not knowing the pressure he was going through.

"We'll get through this together." Saki spoke and Amao's eyes widened and he smiled back.

"I'd love that." Amao responds.

This conversation was informative, it seems he needs to give Amao's bakery a 'visit' tonight.

His eyes never left the bakery, as he worked a regular shift at the café,he's ashamed to say he's also waiting for Y/n to walk through those doors. Today, it's not as busy as usual and Y/n helps him get through these tedious shifts yet he sees no sign off her till the door hits the bell and he sees her enter.

She's not dressed in anything fancy, just casual wear with a f/c hoodie and some trousers, she waves to him. She's listening to music as h notices her head bopping up and down to the beat slightly, he keeps doing this. Spotting out the tiniest things she does, she walks past to get changed into her uniform. In case he didn't mention it before, they both work at a maid café, therefore he's forced to dress up as some man-servant, which is apparently the male equivalent to a maid.

She's dressed up as a maid, the outfit consists of a frilly, knee-length black dress, with an apron, worn over the dress. The accessory she's has is a maid headpiece, which is a headband, she also has a bit of blush on the cheeks for a rosey complexion. The lipstick is typically bright red is laying on her soft and smooth lips...Her nails are her f/c and her outfit is completed with white tights and black heels.

He just has a black jacket and pants on with a white dress shirt, and a black tie. The accessories he has on are a white pocket handkerchief, white gloves and a black belt with a silver buckle. His outfit is finished with some black dress shoes.

"What's going on with you?" Y/n begins, wiping down a table with a rung out piece of cloth, she hums slightly as she recollects the song she was just listing to on her earbuds. He sighs, fiddling with his gloves, "I didn't sleep well, that's all." Ayato replies, Y/n pauses her cleaning and looks up at him tilting her head with an eyebrow raised, "I'm telling the truth..." He doesn't know why but the more she looks a him the more he's begins to break down.

"Mhm, what was your dream about? Your lover girl, Taeko?" Y/n guesses, and of course she's right. He nods, not returning her gaze, "You just need to gain the confidence to talk to her." Y/n says, continuing with her cleaning as the table was infested with a stray piece of lettuce and a few crumbs.

"It's not that easy, for me." He says truthfully.

"Well, I see your point, ynr person you have a crush on brutally rejected her childhood friend and someone caught it on camera- Oh, I'm not helping am I?" Y/n apologies, Ayato let's out a laugh mixed with a sigh at her antics. "You've also got to take into consideration that maybe, Osano just wasn't her type and that you have a chance. Also, I remember hearing Taeko throwing up her guts in the toilet after Osano made something for her, maybe his horrible cooking through her off." Y/n laughs, putting a hand on his shoulder to stable herself from falling over from laughing so hard.

Ayato feels his heart thumping, as he watches her laughing, he feels so light when he's in her presence. "Hey! If you two ain't workin' you're both getting fired! No lovie dovie stuff round here! Get back to work." Their boss shouts from the other side off the café.

They immediately get back to work with a smile remaining on their faces.

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