There was a certain bakery that Kurita always went to for his creampuffs, even though it required taking the train about three stops out of his way on the way home. Their creampuffs were definitely the best around.

He'd made a note to stay out of them on Sundays, however, ever since that pair of girls had arrived on one such day and started reciting the minute ingredients of each variety of creampuff with expressions that rivaled Hiruma's on the football field--he didn't need that kind of association with his beloved puffs.