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Confectionary is an incredibly complex art, there is details in everything, at least the details are what makes each treat something entirely unique. At least that is how [Y/N] would explain it, the Ultimate Confectioner is a perfectionist above all things that constantly pushes at the limits of your craft, maybe not with unmatched talent, but with unmatched skill. Your title is rightfully earned and when you are surrounded with bronze and copper pots and pans, your plastic measuring cups, and all of the ingredients strewn messily around the kitchen, you are happy as anyone could possibly be.

The very serious perfectionist out of the kitchen shifts from that serious, no nonsense professional chef to become this awkward thing with an adorable smile as sweet as the candy you construct with your hands, not tooth-achingly painful but subtle. Maybe [Y/N] was not particularly popular but well-liked, you were an all around nice person whose better traits would be your willingness to offer up advice generously and always well-meaning. Regardless, you have your very quirky moments that confuses most of your classmates. (but that is normal because everyone has those moments, some more so than others.) Compared to your much more eccentric classmates, (and they are very, very eccentric) you are very ordinary which isn't a bad thing at all.

It makes you more real and most of the student population finds it almost endearing, that there is such a discrepancy between you in the kitchen and you around campus, but it makes you more approachable, even if you're a bit quiet. If people find you cutesy because of how horribly awkward you are... that's more of interpretation than anything else. You are always apologetic and remorseful and most of the time you are bowing and apologizing again and again, until the words slip out habitually even when it's not your fault. (and you find yourself awkward and stupidly ditzy and you fail to understand how that could appeal to anyone. 'Misinterpretation,' you muse idly.)

'Strange creature' they think when they see you and with concern mostly, many people aren't exactly sure what to think of you, sometimes.

Your close friendship (relationship?) with Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, an infamously well-known member of the yakuza, and the ever stoic Peko Pekoyama, who is renowned for her exceptional prowess with the shinai places her in a class of her own, makes people wonder because you are ever so very gentle-mannered and soft. You hardly possess any backbone, yet you're definitely not naïve enough to not realize they are part of the yakuza.

His title is Ultimate Yakuza, obvious as it can be, and his looks are deceptively child-like though his expression is always twisted into a scowl and he will spit out a string of curse words as regularly and readily as [Y/N] apologizes. But you are always with them and hardly fazed when people stare at you with them, dressed in a cleanly pressed white apron (because sometimes you forget to take it off and other times because you spend so much time in the kitchen, taking it off becomes tedious and a waste) and hair tied up with lacy pastel ribbons, definitely out of place when people in dark suits crowd around your group, but you take it all in stride.

A long time ago, you had only a girl then with dreams bigger than the small bakery you grew up in, lost wandering on the wrong side of the city. Not defenseless though, you recall definitely that then, you had been precocious and sharp, not as complacent as you are now, but things have changed.

It's morning, but you barely notice that class is about to start, even if you were one of the first students awake (always early to practice your craft in the kitchens). You are crying like a child, it's so hopelessly juvenile to be upset, you had only been trying to help that other girl in your class (she had been an Ultimate as well) but then she had got insulted and you've never been particularly strong-willed or whatever and for hardly a good reason she took a kettle of ice-cold water and dumped it over your head, completely soaking your very new dress and pair of shoes.