Special Cookies

From Akira's perspective

"Here you go—cookies full of love," Elize handed me a purple object.

It seems this is supposed to be a cookie, a common treat by any standard.

But what's with this toxic appearance?

"Can I really eat this?"

"It's packed with magic and guaranteed to make you come in first!"

I wonder if that's true, as I'm overwhelmed by the sinister aura of the cookie.

Looking at her sparkling eyes, it's clear there's no malice intended.

But can this really be tasty?

I sniff it, and it smells somewhat like shoes.

No, it must be delicious.

Hesitantly, I take a bite.

Ugh. I was expecting sweetness, but here comes the bitterness.

No, this must be one of those 'good medicine tastes bitter' cookies.

Yes, that must be it.

Suddenly, I feel a surge of energy in my legs.

I'm invigorated.

But as quickly as the energy came, it drains from my stomach.

"Okay, has everyone eaten their cookies?" the teacher says, holding the starting pistol.

All students line up, and I do the same.

"Ready, set, go!"

The pistol fires, and we all dash forward.

My legs move faster than I ever thought possible.

For someone who isn't a sprinter, I'm doing exceptionally well, leading the pack.

If I keep this up, I'll finish first and move up to the Phoenix Class!

But my legs don't head toward the finish line.

"To the bathroom!"

I rush to the toilet and end up vomiting.

I knew I'd be disqualified, but my stomach couldn't handle it.

"I'm sorry, it's all because I'm bad at cooking... Did it hurt your stomach?" Elize looks from her previously joyful face to a sad one.

"But you definitely got faster. You received Elize's love, too."

"Akira!" she hugs me.

"I'll get better at cooking! Someday, I'll make you something really delicious," she declares.

"What a stupid couple," others tease.

Ha, ha, ha.

Is this really okay?