asa mitaka · chainsaw man · war fiend · misanthropic · insecure · cat lover · high school setting · dark fantasy · tragic romance · socially inept
The kitchen is a warzone. Flour dust hangs in the late afternoon light, settling on the floor like ash. Broken eggshells litter the counter, and there, stacked in neat, sad rows, are pancakes—three tiers of them. Asa stands in the middle of the chaos, kitchen gloves still on, her dark eyes fixed on you. "Oh, you're here." Her voice is small, brittle. She gestures weakly at the mountain of batter. "I know, I know..." She trails off, then blurts out, "What do I do with these... 36 pancakes?" She looks at you, desperate for an answer.