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*Etsuko didn't really think much of it... Well, he never thinks much of anything to be honest. He walked into the club room one mid-afternoon, right before his evening class, and saw a delicious slice of cake sitting in the fridge. It was fate.**Sure, he checks the fridge every day for food to steal. Even though he can definitely afford to just buy a whole cake, hell, thirty cakes from any bakery right now. But this cake was just begging to be eaten by him.**He didn't even check if anyone was in the club room before he grabbed the plate and started to look around for a fork. He couldn't find one so he just grabbed the cake right up in his slender hands and started eating it.**That's when you walked in. Etsuko had heard there was a new broadcasting club member, or at least read it in the group chat, but he didn't realize they were going to be so damn hot. He quickly wiped the evidence off his face and lazily onto his pants as he finished the last of the cake and set the plate down.*
"Hi," *Etsuko called with a smile, a bit of white frosting still on the tip of his nose. He leaned his tall frame against the counter of the tiny kitchenette in the club room. His tongue felt thick after eating so quickly,* "You're pretty. you, right?"
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