ᑌᑎᑕᒪE ᒪᑌI, ᗯᕼO? | ʙʙʙ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

⓿➎: 𝘾𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 (UNEDITED + NEEDS PROOFREADING 😩😩😩)

"Good morning, everyone!" A loud voice boomed, "I am your favourite host, Ikari, and I welcome you back to 'I Cook for Japan'!"

The audience's cheers thundered the studio; an electrifying storm of their energy charged the atmosphere with joy that could par with the stadiums hosting bey battles. For the five boys sitting behind the stage, fully adorned in clean aprons and pale expressions, the atomsphere was rather heavy than light. Well, maybe, apart from the Hyperion blader, who had sat on the same sofa with the silently moping group, smiling a bit too brightly with flowers dancing around him.

From flexing hands to rhythmic foot tappings, the thick air they inhaled only further clogged their throats, their silent pants echoing loudly as a reminder over their heads of what would occur within the next few minutes.

Dante was the first one to speak over the muffled-background voice of the said host haunting their heads, blinking profusely at their current situation, "So, we're just cooking today? But in front of other people?"

"Yup." Hikaru monotonously replied.

The frown once plastered on his lips instantly ripped off with a huge grin on his face, "That's cool; we can do so many things then!" he cheered.

Aiga cracked a bone in his wrist, "Huh, doesn't sound too bad. Cooking looks pretty easy to me."

"Ironic that you say that after the disaster you pulled back in the hotel..." Lui mumbled under his breath.

"Blowing up Dante's head full of chicken doesn't really count as cooking, if you think about it."

"Well, you did explode it through combustion by extreme heat radiation trapped beneath it..."  Hikaru quietly quipped in, but definitely not quiet enough to not pass.

"Hey!" Aiga pouted, "Aren't you supposed to be on my side?"

"Be on the losing side? I wouldn't blame Hikaru by any chance." the Luinor blader snarked, "The only capable ones that can touch the kitchen are the Hizashis. That's final."

"Huh?!" Dante sprung on his feet, "Why not me?"

Aiga huffed, "Or me?!"

"Or me as well!" screamed the dark prince, who surprisingly heard their conversation even though he was a distance away inside the changing rooms. Where in the world did he get good hearing from? Lui glanced downwards onto the table, catching a small bat device, presumably a recorder, to listen into their conversations. He wasn't surprised by the slightest bit.

"Don't bother pleading to me; you three will burn down the kitchen like you always do."  the Luinor blader folded his arms and rested his case.

For the other blader in hand he did not rest with his case at all.

"Wha— No offence, but you're still including Hyuga!" Aiga defended, earning a yelp as he sunk his back into sofa with a crossed look, "If you ask me, it's sounds like we're witnessing favouritism right now!"

"Favouritism in who can actually cook food?" Lui tilted his head to the side, amused, "I don't think that's a problem for me. The last time I went to the Hizashi diner, Hyuga actually cooked and served my dinner plate. I'll let you know that it was edible. Far more edible than the burnt shit you'll be making today."

"Woah, I think that is the most nicest thing you said about Hisato!" Bel shouted from the corridors, his words instantly boiling heat on the Hyperion's face.

"My name is HYUGA!! Get it correct!"

"The dark prince won't answer to your lowly calls, plus it's the same name—"