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N I J Y U G O What Does He Want...?
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A F E W H O U R S A G O
"YUKIHIRA-KUN," Dojima called as he stood in front of the boy, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. "Can I have a word with you?"
Soma, who was in the middle of finishing up his preparations for buffet, blinked confusedly, but nonetheless nodded. "Sure, Dojima-senpai."
They stepped out of the kitchen and went to the empty hallway so that they can talk privately, making Soma wonder how important could their conversation be that it requires privacy?
"Sorry for disturbing you while you're preparing for the breakfast buffet, Yukihira-kun," Dojima apologized, smiling sheepishly. "But I assure you that this won't take long."
Soma shook his head. "Nah, it's alright. I needed to take a quick break anyways," he reassured, leaning against the wall opposite to where Dojima stood, his hands stuffed inside his pockets. "So, what'd you want to talk about?"
"It's about Hirabayashi-kun."
Hearing his best friend's name made Soma's eyebrows furrow. With his head tilting slightly to the side, he asked: "what about him?"
Dojima's smile dropped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before replying, "as you know, Totsuki Academy is the most prestigious, and the top culinary school in all of Japan. And, because of that, the standards here are top-notch, wherein we only accept the ones who holds the most potential over the thousands of applicants we get each year. And this year, you, Yukihira-kun and Hirabayashi-kun, you two were chosen over those thousands of applicants, because you two held the most potential..."
'Well, that ─ and because we were the only ones who took the entrance exam since Nakiri sent everyone running...' Soma thought to himself, sweatdropping.
"So, imagine my disappointment, when I find out that one of you is half-assing everything he does here, when every aspiring chef in the whole nation would kill to be in his place..." Dojima spat, his expression turning rigid as he opened his eyes, boring them into Soma's golden ones.
'Ikki-chan...' Soma thought, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He fixed his posture so he stood straight. "Dojima-senpai, I ─"
"I looked into Hirabayashi-kun's records after your Shokugeki with Shinomiya," the older man's stern voice cut him off. "A 'B' grade in Chapelle-sensei's class? 'C' grades in his other classes? With remarks from the teachers and I quote, "mediocre", "tolerable", "could do better if he actually tried", end quote." He scoffed. "He only gets an 'A' grade if it's a group activity. Should I be thankful that he decided to put an effort into those, and doesn't drag down his partner ─"
