Super High School Level Confectionist

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my name is miukazuchi akihiko and i probably hate you The thing The guy doing the thing

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((sorry i've been inactive. the investigations aren't really... smooth... and i really don't know what we're even supposed to be doing anymore.))

Seeing as his previous idea was pretty fucking stupid, his next action was to find out where that purple mark must have come from. The kitchen! Mikazuchi ran towards it, hoping to find something that could have made that mark.

'Oh? What's this?'

Looking closer at the purple stain, it must have come from someone's shoe! Maybe if he found out who had purple on their shoe, he could pinpoint the culprit! Mikazuchi's shoes were black, so if it weren't obvious enough, he had nothing to do with it.

The words of the announcement crept up on him, like a snake to it's prey. Someone had actually gone and done it. But now is not the time for 'Oh no's and 'Poor Fin's. The first thing Mikazuchi did was check for anything in the blood, such as footprints, smears, etc.

Fifth Verse

Elizabeth just stared at the envelope, looking around at the others. They all seemed terrified about the secrets—maybe she was given the wrong one? She’d spoken of all her misdeeds in confession, purely cleansing her soul of any worry about such menial things as ‘secrets’. This one was no different, meaning it was not much of a secret anymore. It proved no motive to her. Perhaps if the other students had such a chance to confess they would not feel a motive either!

Clapping her hands together, she waved her arms around to try and get everyone’s attention.

“Excuse me—if it isn’t any bother, I would like to set up confession! There, you may speak all that troubles your mind and be freed from guilt and worry. Does that not sound ideal?”

Mikazuchi looked at her, shocked. "What're you, crazy!? Do you really believe that these guys'll share theirs? Some'a these guys have some dark shit hidden." He then realized you really should not curse while talking to a nun. Nice try, dude.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. WHAT!? The motive--While he knew that nothing from his past would bring him to murder, he felt he knew exactly what was in that envelope.

And he did NOT like this.

'Whoa, there's an emergency? That stupid bear probably has a knot in it's fur or something.' Mikazuchi made his way to the gym. He had hoped he wouldn't have to deal with any more shit from this 'Two-Face ripoff.' He took a spot leaning against the gym's wall, arms crossed, waiting for this announcement to start.

Mikazuchi woke up feeling pretty shitty. Well, given the circumstances he wasn’t that shitty.

“Well, I guess I really am stuck here.”

He made his way to the door, trying not to feel sick. he began to wander around, maybe see if in the kitchen there’s an oven. And some baking supplies. He was totally not going to bake a cake. There were a lot of things to do with an oven that is not baking a cake.

He baked a cake.

shsl-cheerleader-blog

Akemi had enough; it was time to start being rude. For real. “YO! Mikazuchi! Even though I know it’s going to take like shit, what did you bake this time around? You’re soooooo girly for baking!”

Really. She just told the country's best teenage cakemaker that his cake would taste like shit. Well, the words stung pretty badly, but still.

"It's Genoise. And if you're so sure, why don't you try some? I'm kinda surprised this place had all the ingredients..."

Mikazuchi woke up feeling pretty shitty. Well, given the circumstances he wasn’t that shitty.

“Well, I guess I really am stuck here.”

He made his way to the door, trying not to feel sick. he began to wander around, maybe see if in the kitchen there’s an…

athiefisontheloose-blog

Marcus felt a smile pull at his lips. He came toward the boy and noted his pierced eyebrow. He had yet to see another student with piercings like the ones he wore in his ear.

“It’s alright if you baked the cake,” he said, coming closer. “Cakes are cool, man. So, let me take a guess, you’re Super High School Level Baker or something along those lines?” Marcus stopped dead in his tracks, and took in another heavenly whiff of the cake. “I’m Marcus Isben, and you?”

He was going to steal that cake.

Ugh, great. His big ‘secret’ isn’t really a secret, especially if he makes more of these pain in the ass fucking cakes.

“Name’s Mikazuchi Akihiko. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but it really isn’t. If you want the cake, you can fucking take it, i couldn’t give two shits. Here.”

He hands him the cake. It is massive, and there is quite a bit of detail on it. Not his best work, it was kinda like a doodle. Except instead of drawing it’s baking a cake. But some people’s doodles are greater than others’ masterpieces.

athiefisontheloose-blog

Marcus became a bit flustered by this turn of events. The cake caused his shoulders to fall a bit due to the weight. He stared at the cake and inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes so he could focus on the experience of breathing in the beauty and majesticness that was this cake.

Marcus snapped open his eyes and stared Akihiko dead on.

“Listen, man. I didn’t tell you this originally because I was going to take this from you one way or the other, but I’m a Super High School Level Thief and if you want something you just come to me and I’ll get it for you.”

"Okay, well if you can get me anything, can you get all of these assholes to stop botherin' me?

"That was the best comeback he's made in his entire life.

Mikazuchi woke up feeling pretty shitty. Well, given the circumstances he wasn’t that shitty.

“Well, I guess I really am stuck here.”

He made his way to the door, trying not to feel sick. he began to wander around, maybe see if in the kitchen there’s an…

athiefisontheloose-blog

Marcus felt a smile pull at his lips. He came toward the boy and noted his pierced eyebrow. He had yet to see another student with piercings like the ones he wore in his ear.

“It’s alright if you baked the cake,” he said, coming closer. “Cakes are cool, man. So, let me take a guess, you’re Super High School Level Baker or something along those lines?” Marcus stopped dead in his tracks, and took in another heavenly whiff of the cake. “I’m Marcus Isben, and you?”

He was going to steal that cake.

Ugh, great. His big 'secret' isn't really a secret, especially if he makes more of these pain in the ass fucking cakes.

"Name's Mikazuchi Akihiko. I'd say it's a pleasure, but it really isn't. If you want the cake, you can fucking take it, i couldn't give two shits. Here."

He hands him the cake. It is massive, and there is quite a bit of detail on it. Not his best work, it was kinda like a doodle. Except instead of drawing it's baking a cake. But some people's doodles are greater than others' masterpieces.

#and that's what being a super high school level confectionist is all about.

Mikazuchi woke up feeling pretty shitty. Well, given the circumstances he wasn’t that shitty.

“Well, I guess I really am stuck here.”

He made his way to the door, trying not to feel sick. he began to wander around, maybe see if in the kitchen there’s an oven. And some baking supplies. He was totally not going to bake a cake. There were a lot of things to do with an oven that is not baking a cake.

He baked a cake.

athiefisontheloose-blog

Marcus’s stomach still rumbled, demanding breakfast. He finally found the cafeteria and with it the most delicious smell he had ever had the blessing to come across. He inhaled deeply, his mouth beginning to salivate. Marcus followed the scent to the kitchen and saw a rather grumpy looking boy standing next to a freshly baked cake: the source of the smell.

“Did you make this cake?” Marcus asked, entering the kitchen.

He planned on asking for a piece, and if he was denied, he would gladly steal some.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooo...?" The previously mentioned grumpy-looking boy stated. He slided the cake behind his back, out of view.

Mikazuchi woke up feeling pretty shitty. Well, given the circumstances he wasn’t that shitty.

“Well, I guess I really am stuck here.”

He made his way to the door, trying not to feel sick. he began to wander around, maybe see if in the kitchen there’s an…

skylar-sinclair

“Alright we’ll say there is no cake then, but you do have some flour on your shirt and cheek. If you don’t mind me asking, why does it seem like you don’t like other people knowing you bake? There’s nothing wrong with being a good baker or even a good cook.” Skylar said curiously. She had noticed his attempt to hid whatever it was he had just made, and wasn’t sure why he had hidden it. There was nothing wrong with being a cook/baker so why did he seem so guarded, almost like he didn’t want anyone to know what he loved to do.

"Ugh, do you really have to be that way? Honestly... It ain't worth my time explaining it to ya."

Baking is his passion, the one thing he loves to do. But he can't let anyone know that. He leaves the kitchen, leaving a confectionery masterpiece behind.

Mikazuchi woke up feeling pretty shitty. Well, given the circumstances he wasn’t that shitty.

“Well, I guess I really am stuck here.”

He made his way to the door, trying not to feel sick. he began to wander around, maybe see if in the kitchen there’s an oven. And some baking supplies. He was totally not going to bake a cake. There were a lot of things to do with an oven that is not baking a cake.

He baked a cake.

skylar-sinclair

“Oh, Is that a cake I smell?” Skylar said to herself while sniffing the air outside of the kitchen lightly. “Mm It smells like it’s coming from the kitchen so it must be something sweet!” Skylar then made her way toward the kitchen and slowly opened the door, not wanting to startle anyone who might be in there. “Hello, do I smell something delicious and sweet.” Her eyes finally landed on the only other person in the kitchen, a boy who she had talked to the day before. “Oh! Hello Mikazuchi! I’m not bothering you am I? I just smelt something amazing and my nose led me here!”

'Dammit why do I love baking so much this is becoming an issue'

"Uh, not really..." Mikazuchi slides the cake out of view. What cake? Last time he had checked, there was no cake here. Nuh-uh. No siree.

'Why do I keep setting myself up for shit like this?'

"So, if that's all you came in here for you can just leave, I guess."

Mikazuchi woke up feeling pretty shitty. Well, given the circumstances he wasn't that shitty.

"Well, I guess I really am stuck here."

He made his way to the door, trying not to feel sick. he began to wander around, maybe see if in the kitchen there's an oven. And some baking supplies. He was totally not going to bake a cake. There were a lot of things to do with an oven that is not baking a cake.

He baked a cake.

'What!? Forever!? Are you KIDDING ME!?'

This was shocking, for obvious reasons. Was this really happening? Of course it was. But it all felt like some sort of dream...

A horrifying dream, which he wished was over. But he knew that this nightmare was just starting.

"I-I guess i'll see if there's a kitchen..."

Mikazuchi's nerves are eased when I'm by a stove. I don't know why, but it helps. and times like this is when he needs help the most.

"I'm gonna have to get outta this fuckin' gym before I destroy that goddamn teddy bear."

Mikazuchi Akihiko stood, leaned up against the wall. He had been accepted into this school as a confectionist, one who bakes sweets and other goods. He really sounds like a loser. If anyone makes note of it, they will most likely end up with a broken bone or...

skylar-sinclair

Super High School Level Confectionist: skylar-sinclair: cakepunk: Mikazuchi Akihiko stood, leaned up against...

“Oh, so you don’t get along with others very well then? I guess we sort of have something in common, although for different reasons I’d imagine. I’ve never been good with other people.” Skylar smiled lightly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, do you bake a lot?” Skylar couldn’t help but notice how the air around him smelled faintly of baked goods. She always had a bit of a sweet tooth and a nose known for locating any hidden goodies her parents may have bought. Thankfully her high metabolism and all the running around she did with the animals in the woods, she was able to keep her body in shape no matter how much sweets she inhaled.

'oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK OH FUCK ABORT MISSION I'VE BEEN FOUND OUT'

"Uh, sometimes, I guess. What, like bread? Cake? Cookies?

'What the fuck was that? It sounded like some first-grader!' Mikazuchi shoves his hands into his pockets and trudges into the Gymnasium.

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