A New Challenger Appears! Queen of Eccentricity Meets Hot-Blooded Cooking Emperor!

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Who: Mitsuya, Keiichi (open)
What: Mitsuya is a stalker.
When: The day of the magic incident, after school.
Where: Just outside the front entrance.


It had, all told, been an average day for Mitsuya today, save for one minor detail: she'd decided to drop in on her own club and been rewarded with a folder being shoved at her the moment she'd walked in the door. It seemed that 'someone' (cue eyeroll from the editor) had decided that the clubs themselves could make for sufficiently interesting content, and with the newspaper itself being so short-staffed, the job had fallen to her.

And that was why one of the neatly trimmed hedges next to the school's main entrance was rustling suspiciously as students trickled from the doors.

Not that anyone sane would be able to follow that chain of logic.

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Mitsuya offered a beaming smile as she passed by Keiichi, not unappreciative of his politeness. She took the initiative in picking a table, however, selecting a two-top right next to the window, where she could people-watch both inside and outside, should her present company prove insufficient.

Really, at this point, she had no desire to ask him about club activities. And Shinozaki ought to have known about her reputation by now. Maybe a few cursory questions at the end would suffice.

"So then, Ito-kun," she began, leaning forward a bit more into Keiichi's personal space than he might've been expecting once he'd sat down, "what attracted you to this place in particular?"

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Keiichi shrugged -- once at the question, and then again at the young reporter-woman leaning closer to him than he was entirely comfortable with.

"It has good food and drinks," he offered, a confused expression on his face. I'm particularly fond of the green tea cheesecake."

Speak of the devil, the waitress who arrived received his order of a coffee and green tea cheesecake.

"It's nothing complicated or strange or anything," Keiichi said, his eyebrow cocking as he continued to take in the eccentricity in front of him. "You...pardon me if this is out of line, but you seem like the sort of person to want the most complicated explanations to the most ordinary things."

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"It's more interesting that way. Besides," she added, smiling in a way that was at once cheerful and oddly mysterious, "I've noticed that sometimes the most ordinary-seeming things can go far deeper than we imagine."

She leaned back to take a long sip of her Western-style milk tea, savoring the rich flavor.

"For instance," she finally continued, tilting her head slightly, "why cooking? Most would consider it a rather feminine activity, after all."