Mike shifted awkwardly under everyone's stare.
"…Hi," he said, raising his good hand slightly. "Uh. Hey, everyone."
I blinked.
Mike.
The hallway.
The accidental bump.
The drink spilled on his shirt.
The Snorlax donuts he must give to me .
His friends pushing my donut onto the floor.
The chaos.
And now…
He was standing here.
With a cast.
Realization hit.
"You…" I narrowed my eyes slightly. "You're Alive...well where's my donut ."
Mike nodded quickly. "Yeah I remember . And… you're the one who pulled that thing off my hand."
The room went quiet again.
Oh.
Oh.
That boy.
The smoke.
The heavy object.
The voice asking for help.
"You," I whispered.
He smiled, softer this time. "Yeah. Me."
He stepped further inside the room.
"First of all… hi," he said awkwardly. "Second… thank you. If you hadn't come back in, I don't know…"
His voice trailed off.
I felt slightly embarrassed.
"It's okay," I said quickly. "Anyone would've done it."
Keifer made a soft noise beside me.
No. Not anyone.
Ci-n, who had been eyeing the bag in his good hand since he entered, leaned forward suspiciously.
"What's in the bag?"
Mike looked at it, then back at me.
"Oh. Right."
He cleared his throat.
"My friends and I… we owe Jay snorlax donuts right ."
Everyone leaned in.
"For the Cafeteria incident," he continued. "And for… you know. Saving my hand."
He lifted the bag slightly.
"So I brought three medium boxes. Full of Snorlax donuts."
The room exploded.
"WHAT?!" Felix yelled.
"No way!" Ci-n clapped his hands.
I felt my eyes widen.
Three?
Medium?
Full?
My heart might cry.
Keifer leaned back in his chair slowly. "You're late," he said calmly. "You should've brought this months ago."
Mike visibly shrank.
"I— I was going to— I mean—"
He looked like he expected Keifer to interrogate him.
Aunty Gemma stepped in smoothly.
"Don't mind him," she said warmly. "Thank you, Mike. That's very kind of you. And I hope your arm heals quickly."
Mike nodded gratefully and handed her the bag.
"Thank you again," he said to me softly.
I smiled. "Get better soon."
He nodded once more and then quietly left the room.
The second the door closed—
Everyone moved.
Aunty Gemma opened the bag like she was revealing treasure.
She placed the three medium boxes on the table dramatically.
"Alright," she declared. "Boys, you'll share these two boxes."
Instant groans.
"And this one," she held up the last box and placed it carefully beside me, "is Jay's."
The room erupted again.
"That's unfair!"
"She didn't even move!"
"She's injured, she and infact these where all for her be thankful aunty is given us some!"
I opened the lid slowly.
And gasped.
The design.
The baker had done so well.
The Snorlax faces were perfect. The tiny sleepy eyes. The little arms. The frosting details were clean and adorable.
They looked too cute to eat.
Almost.
Keifer leaned over to look.
His expression softened.
"They did well," he admitted.
I carefully picked one up.
The frosting was smooth. The design intact.
"I forgive them," I announced dramatically.
Laughter filled the room again.
Ci-N was already fighting Calix over who got the biggest one.
Ciel was taking pictures.
Yuri shook his head but took one anyway.
Keifer didn't grab one immediately.
He just watched me.
I took a bite.
Sweet.
Soft.
Perfect.
I looked at him.
"You're not taking one?"
He raised an eyebrow. "That box is yours."
I held the donut toward him slightly.
"One bite."
He hesitated for half a second.
Then leaned in.
Just one bite.
The room immediately started teasing.
"Ohhhhh."
"Hospital romance."
"Disgusting."
"Get a room!"
"Bro this is her room "
My face heated up.
Keifer leaned back slowly, chewing calmly.
"Not bad," he said.
But I saw the corner of his lips lift.
And the room didn't feel like recovery.
It felt like life.
Messy.
Loud.
Sweet.
Like Snorlax donuts shared between chaos and survival.
And somehow—
That felt perfect.
End of Chapter. 🍩✨