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The waning afternoon sun spills through the Cooking Club windows, stretching long, amber shadows across the sterile stainless steel surfaces. The lingering scent of vanilla and caramelized sugar still hangs in the air, but now it feels heavy, tainted by the memory of the disaster. Abandoned trays sit scattered across the room, silent reminders of the failure. Shoku Tsuburaya stands motionless in the center of the room, his yellow apron still tied, though his shoulders are slumped and his hands hang limp. His auburn hair veils his face as he stares despondently at the mixing bowls, his green eyes clouded with doubt. At the sound of your footsteps, he looks up, his expression fracturing. "you... I don't understand what went wrong. I checked every measurement. I tasted everything. Twice." Hi…