Harem Spirits but with whom!!? (Date a live fanfic)

Omake: Fgo

"That bastard really followed me here..." 

The sound of a knife aggressively slicing through the vegetables on the wooden plate resonated. 

"I just started to feel comfortable, but no... my mood should be ruined." 

The rhythmic chopping echoed as if each cut was a cathartic release for the frustration bubbling within.

Inside a certain cafeteria of the organization Chaldea. one of the many heroes summoned in the hope of saving humanity was now in his side role as the big chef of the place.

Servant Archer, Emiya, or as most called him, The Red Archer.

The servant's mood was clearly not at its best as he was cooking, and everyone inside the cafeteria could easily tell.

"I've never seen Emiya-san this worked up before since that time when Master Summoned Muramasa-san... and Ishtar... and Gilgamesh... Oh...."

"Umu... probably another unwelcome guest... you wanna bet who the one this time?"

"Nah, you always cheat to win."

"It's called skills, Tamamo."

The banter between the cafeteria customers continued, creating a blend of amusement and tension. Meanwhile, Emiya, The Red Archer, continued his culinary duties with precision before a sigh escaped his mouth.

"Okay, let's not let the anger take the better of me... I have to think of a way," Emiya muttered to himself.

"It's not like I didn't meet another version of myself here before... All I have to do is avoid him, and everything should be fine..."

He let his eyes lift away from the chopping board, staring into the many aisles of the bustling Chaldea cafeteria.

"Besides, he's inside his sister's body..." A smirk played across Emiya's face as an idea reached his head. His eyes fixed on a certain golden servant at a table near the center of the cafeteria, commanding attention and enjoying the luxury of a royal feast.

"...And with this narcissistic guy here... Maybe this will turn out to be a good comedy show after all."

An evil laugh escaped his mouth, the smirk growing wider on his face. Boudica, the perceptive warrior queen, and one of those who helped him take care of the cafeteria, noticed the subtle shift in atmosphere and quickly distanced herself from the red-clad Archer.

"Nothing good comes when he smiles like that..." she murmured to herself.

Meanwhile, Archer momentarily forgot who he was glancing at with such a smirk, and before he realized.

"Hey!..."

The golden king noticed.

"What are you smirking at, mongrel..."

The golden king's eyes, clad in regal disdain, bore into Emiya. The cafeteria hushed as attention shifted to the brewing confrontation.

Emiya's smirk faded into a more neutral expression, "Not your time for yapping, Gilgamesh. My hands are still busy right now." He gestured towards the vegetables on the chopping board, attempting to redirect the attention back to his culinary duties.

Gilgamesh, unaccustomed to being dismissed so casually, rose from his chair with a displeased frown. "You insolent fool. I won't tolerate such disrespect."

Emiya, seemingly unfazed, continued his culinary work, chopping vegetables with deliberate precision. "I dare speak the truth, King of Heroes. It's a wonder you can even taste your feast with that mountain of arrogance blocking your palate."