Kinjou was very proud of himself as he tied on his very own apron at his school's annual family cooking night. Both of his fathers should have been there, but Kaidou had been called away at the last minute on urgent business.
On his way out the door, Kaidou had pulled Kinjou aside and said, "Remember, what's the most important rule for tonight?"
"Don't let Dad touch anything."
"Right. I'm counting on you," Kaidou had said as he clapped Kinjou on the back.
Kinjou always took his responsibilities seriously, and he was even more determined than usual this time. He didn't understand why, but despite being an incredible scientist, Inui was a complete disaster in the kitchen. To be fair, he had never actually seen Inui cook. He was supposed to have been asleep the last time that had occurred, but the explosion had woken him up, and the acrid smoke that filled his room had made going back to sleep difficult.
He may have never seen Inui cook, but he knew how to draw conclusions from the given data, and the data were pretty clear as to what he needed to do if he didn't want to be the kid whose parent blew up the cooking lab. So he climbed up onto the step stool, took out the scale and the measuring spoons, and started listing off ingredients for Inui to bring him (still safely sealed in their original containers).
And if he happened to be wearing one of the shirts Kaidou had given him for his birthday, the ones that were designed to be resistant to chemicals, fire, shrapnel, and electricity, well, a little extra insurance never hurt anyone.
Yowamushi Pedal, Prince of Tennis, Inui & Kaidou & Kinjou, G
On his way out the door, Kaidou had pulled Kinjou aside and said, "Remember, what's the most important rule for tonight?"
"Don't let Dad touch anything."
"Right. I'm counting on you," Kaidou had said as he clapped Kinjou on the back.
Kinjou always took his responsibilities seriously, and he was even more determined than usual this time. He didn't understand why, but despite being an incredible scientist, Inui was a complete disaster in the kitchen. To be fair, he had never actually seen Inui cook. He was supposed to have been asleep the last time that had occurred, but the explosion had woken him up, and the acrid smoke that filled his room had made going back to sleep difficult.
He may have never seen Inui cook, but he knew how to draw conclusions from the given data, and the data were pretty clear as to what he needed to do if he didn't want to be the kid whose parent blew up the cooking lab. So he climbed up onto the step stool, took out the scale and the measuring spoons, and started listing off ingredients for Inui to bring him (still safely sealed in their original containers).
And if he happened to be wearing one of the shirts Kaidou had given him for his birthday, the ones that were designed to be resistant to chemicals, fire, shrapnel, and electricity, well, a little extra insurance never hurt anyone.