Minhyuk poked his head in the room cautiously. At his old school, they weren't supposed to be in classrooms during lunch. Unless you managed to snag a signed form from a teacher explicitly stating you were allowed to, but those were rare. This was why he was so surprised as he watched Yuki waltz into the home economics classroom with no hesitation.
The room was split into halves, or at the least it seemed like someone tried to do so. One side was lined with small stoves, sinks, counters, and cupboards, while the other only had long tables and plastic chairs. Sewing machines were tucked under the tables, and rolls of fabric leaned precariously next to a fire extinguisher. A sad fabric mannequin stood in one corner of the room, as if a headless guard protecting the room from intruders.
"Yeah, they cut a lot of funding from other departments in order to fund sports these last few years," Yuki commented, noticing Minhyuk's confused stare. "But hey, now you can take a class called 'Foods and Fashion', where to learn to make food and... do fashion?"
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