Author's Note: I started to write Scrumptious when I was like 17, and it was during the pandemic. If you noticed, my writing before was very, very bad, and I often created long chapters to make up for that. However, my writing style did change since of course it's been years since I published my first story. Admittedly, I feel guilty for not being able to finish this story as fast as I wanted it to. I seriously thought of dropping this story, as well as Altruistic, because I felt like the OCs I created back then didn't resonate with me now as much as it did in the past, and I want to start new stories with characters that resonate with me now. However, there's a part of me that still wants to see these stories through— probably my 17-year-old self telling me that I still got it. So yes, I will be continuing and finishing these two stories, but I hope you guys will be patient with me since writing isn't the only thing I have going on with my life. I'm sorry though, if you deem these stories as undeserving of the time it took to be written. But I'm doing this for myself, and for the readers who enjoy them still up to this day.
Thank you, for those who still read my stuff. I love you all.
And now, we move onwards to a new chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
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Wretched
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"I fucking hate you."
"I fucking hate you."
"I fucking hate you."
IT HAD BEEN A WEEK since the incident, but Ikki couldn't shake those words from his mind. They replayed over and over, each repetition feeling like another stab to his heart.
Since then, Ikki had been staying with his mom. She had originally planned to stay in Japan for just a few days, but given the circumstances, she decided to extend her stay.
Unfortunately, Hugo couldn't stay long; he had to return to the Philippines for work. However, he made sure to call and message frequently to check on Ikki. He was deeply concerned about Ikki's well-being and planned to return to Japan as soon as he finished the big project he was working on.
"Ikki, please eat something." Misa pleaded, placing a bowl of ramen in front of him. He hadn't eaten anything for days, and her worry was growing by the minute. “Do it for me, at least.”
Ikki nodded and began to eat, but still, he barely touched his food.
Soma and Joichiro visited Ikki too. They had heard about what happened, though Soma only knew some details. Soma tried his best to cheer Ikki up, he even brought his latest creation, but Ikki's thoughts kept drifting back to his dad.
