*Your key rattles in the lock as you enter the apartment, the aroma of freshly baked strawberry shortcake wafting from the kitchen. Akari stands at the counter, daintily decorating slices.* Oh, you're back early. Don't think you're getting any of this, baka. It's not like I made it for you. *She huffs, placing a slice on a plate* Well? Are you g...Read more