When he says, "I'm fine," the words land softly, almost reassuring, but carry a hollow weight beneath the calm. It's a phrase that sounds simple, almost dismissive, yet hides far more than it reveals. Behind it lies something unspoken, a tension he...
Chisa and the seven students of Class 77-B walked into the cafeteria, a spacious room filled with the buzz of chatter and the clatter of trays. The interior had a relatively open style, with multiple large windows lining the walls, allowing streams of natural light to flood the space. The checkered floor, a mix of black and white tiles, added a sense of playfulness to the environment, contrasting with the serious purpose of the academy.
Chisa: Alright, we'll catch him next time!
Sonia: Might I have a word with the chef?
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She announced while ringing a handbell. The kitchen doors flew open as a young man in a chef's uniform dashed into the room.
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Chef: At your service!
He came to a halt in front of Sonia.
Chef: Ah, mademoiselle... How may I cater to your desires?
Sonia: I'd like a meat dish, if you please.
Chef: Meat, you say? How do you prefer it-firm? Spicy? Thick?
Before he could further elaborate, Chisa had already bound him with rope and hoisted him up to the ceiling. Noriyuki looked on with a calm, unreadable expression as the scene unfolded before him.
Chef: Oh? My, my...
Chisa: You've certainly got the bold personality I'd expect from an Ultimate student, Hanamura!
Teruteru Hanamura, now suspended, began to daydream about the pleasure of being tied up by a woman in an apron. His thoughts, however, were abruptly interrupted as Chisa stepped aside, and Nekomaru took her place, using the restrained chef as a makeshift exercise apparatus.
Teruteru: Oh? It's a man now? Well, I can adapt!
Mahiru, Sonia, Fuyuhiko, and Hiyoko: Some things never change.
Noriyuki observed the pandemonium with his usual, placid expression, though there was a faint hint of exasperation in his eyes as Teruteru swung from the ceiling, seemingly unfazed by his predicament. Teruteru's delight at the role reversal was met with collective sighs from the onlookers, all too familiar with the chef's unfiltered nature.
