Give me flour

— Tsuchigomori, give me the flour, please. — Hanako pleaded. — No. There's not enough of it. — Please. — No. — What are you doing? — Yashiro came to the rescue. — Can't you see? I want donuts. But in order for them to be, they need to be cooked, and in order to cook them, you need flour! — Here you go. — Ryujiro couldn't stand it and threw a bag of flour on the table in front of Hanako. — Thank you! — With these words, he opened the bag and looked with chagrin at the amount of flour. — Well... Enough for a couple of doughnuts.       He disappeared into the corridor with his treasure and Nene.

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— What are you doing here?! — Hanako asked the Minamoto brothers. — I called them. — Yashiro explained in a calm voice, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.       Hanako let out a nervous laugh: — No, well, I understand, I would invite Kou... — Oh, do you know my name? — Kou asked. — Shut up, I'm not talking to you. — Don't tell me what to do! — No, I understand, you would have brought a Kou with me, but HIS?! — Hanako pointed at Teru. — Suddenly, — Nene's tone began to give off notes of guilt, — you would find a common language... — A common language?! Yes, he wants to expel me, what kind of world can we talk about at all. — Hanako caught his breath, swallowed, then continued again. — Well, I don't mind, but did you ask him? — His name is Teru... And, yes, he agreed to a truce. — From such words Yugi got into a stupor. — Well, since he agreed, so did I... I agree... — That's great! And now... Let's cook donuts! — Yes! — All three replied in unison.

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      Maybe it would be better if Yashiro baked them. At the very least, Kou... — tried to convince Teru Hanako. — Don't be afraid. — Minamoto replied smugly. — It will turn out even tastier. You'll lick your fingers. — Teru, seriously, maybe it's better for Senpai to continue? — Kou said. — Don't even think about it. Are you doubting your big brother? — No way! — If they burn, then I'll start dating you! — Teru pointed at Hanako. — These are the stakes...       Five minutes later, Teru was stoking a frying pan in the sink, extinguishing the fire and burnt donuts. After he returned to Nene, Kou and Hanako. — Well, what is it this time? — Kou asked smugly, smelling victory. — The fragrance was too alluring, and I couldn't resist and eated them all. — Well yes, well yes. Lie more. In general, you fucked up the argument, so you will be dating Hanako for a week. Now start with a simple one. — And what is "simple" in your understanding? — A kiss on the cheek. — What?! Do you think it's simple?! — Hmm, well, yes. If you talking about relationships. — Kou winked.       Teru came closer to Hanako, who was upset by the burnt doughnuts, lifted his face and kissed him on the cheek. She was more delicate than rose petals. He didn't want to break contact with that cheek. Hanako's cheek. — That's it, the kiss is counted! — Nene shouted.       Minamoto had to recoil in order not to arouse unnecessary suspicion. — Okay, there won't be any doughnuts, let's go home. — Kou slapped his knees, got up from the sofa and walked to the door. — Yes. I am now. — Nene said. — Teru, can I talk to you for a second? — Yes, of course.       After these words, Yashiro walked up to Minamoto, grabbed his hand and went to the door where Kou was standing. — Kou, can we go through? — Yes, of course. Come on in.       Minamoto walked away, and Nene and Teru were able to walk out with him calmly. — You wait here, okay? — Yes, of course, senpai.       As soon as the door closed, Yashiro immediately pinned Minamoto to the wall. — I've read a lot about artificial relationships. There will be similar ones, or rather there already are. In general, don't even think about going into a real serious relationship with him later. Otherwise... — Otherwise what? — Otherwise... — Okay, I wasn't going to meet him for love. Moreover, what kind of love can there be between guys? — The same as between a guy and a girl. — These are different things. — Everything happens in this world. — That's it. I didn't even plan to meet Hanako. I just didn't keep track of the doughnuts. And I put what first came to mind. — Promise me. Nene's voice was so serious that Minamoto was wary, but he still couldn't help but hesitate. — You'll manage. — Teru said, opening the door. — That's it. The case has been reviewed, the accused can leave. — You're the only one charged here. — Kou said, pointing his finger at his brother. — For what? — For the fact that the doughnuts I've been waiting for all these days were burned by your hands. — The offended Hanako muttered softly, but everyone heard. Including Teru. He had something pinched in his chest. — Yes, — Kou confirmed, — and you set the punishment for yourself. Therefore... I wash my hands of it.

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      These days have exhausted the whole company. Lessons have already ended and everyone has fled to their homes. Almost all.       Hanako was sitting on his desk, leaning on his hands, and looking out the window across the entire half of the class when suddenly someone hugged him from behind. He knew one hundred percent who it could be, but the instinct of self-preservation did not work, and Yugi remained paralyzed with fear. Only when he let go a little, he took a deep breath and exhaled: — You don't have to do that now. At the moment, no one is following us, and this action will be ignored. — I don't care. — Teru said. — Then what's the point of doing it? — Just like that. — You scared me. — I'm sorry about that. — Are you all right? — Well yes. And what? Am I surprising you with something? — By r actions. Has anything fallen on your head lately? — No. And why should something fall? — Are you drunk? — I can breathe. — Teru recoiled a little. — Can you explain normally what kind of interrogation? — You began to treat me without the old hatred. Even apologized. — Hanako turned around, looked straight into Minamoto's eyes and squinted. — What are you up to? — Why should I be up to something? — Then what's the matter? — Maybe artificial relationships really bring you closer? — What are you getting at? — I love you.