At a table draped in a checkered cloth, a customer hummed as they held their spoon. I served them a plate of Normal Omelet. Even amidst the chaotic prep work happening in Class 1-4's room, the softly glowing omelet drew eyes.
"Is Akaya's omelet glowing?" "Didn't you know? That guy's a skilled cook." "The Iron Ball guy being a blessed chef is famous in some circles." "Well, I don't hang out in those circles… Why do you guys know so much?"
The murmuring group of boys, arms crossed in the back, seemed to be part of the so-called Iron Ball Circle.
"Dear customer, here is your Normal Omelet."
"No, Akaya! This is a Nyan-Nyan Omelet, okay?!"
Rindo puffed her cheeks and raised a finger like she was instructing a student.
"…Fine, then. Your Nyan-Nyan Omelet is served."
"Draw nyan nyan in ketchup!"
"That's not really my job."
"But I want you to draw it, Akaya! Nya~oh!"
"…You're a handful."
