Shiro POV
"Dad, is there a reason why both of us has to wake up at this time when you're only challenging Soma?" I asked while tapping my foot. I didn't really sleep as much last night. I mean, it was really weird. Oh yeah, nobody knows it besides me and my brother.
Yesterday Night~
Knock.....Knock.....Knock
"Sis? You awake still?" I look at the clock, 11:30. I pretended to be asleep, so I stayed quiet as possible.
"You don't have to hide the fact you're not asleep." I sighed. What's the point in hiding it anyway?
"Do you need something Soma? Also, please do not call me sis, it's....awkward." I stated as I unlocked the door to my room. Soma smiled at me as he came into my room and sat down. I followed.
"Haha, I feel the same way too! Suddenly having a sister...it's a weird feeling but it's warm..." he smiled as he lied down on my bed.
"Soma......." I started, "why are you lying on my bed? Do you need something?" I asked in a threatening tone.
"Ah well.... You have some troubles sleeping right? I came to help!" He grinned as he pulled me onto the bed.
"Soma! What are you-" I squeaked but was soon silenced by his hug, warm hug.
"I wanted to be here for you, I don't know what you been through, but I want to protect you." He whispered as he pulled the blanket over the both of us.
"Tsk, acting to be all cool and stuff. Well, I'll let you go on that one, lil bro." I patted his head.
"Why do you have to ruin my cool time!" He complained.
"Because, you're my little brother."
"Do I have to call you big sis or something like that?" He laughed.
"No, that will be weird and completely unnecessary."
"By the way, your chest is very soft."
"GET OUT!"
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I yawned as I took a seat at the table, just observing the two. Of course, I wanted to challenge my Dad, but as you know, a chef must have her energy before cooking! Maybe they could make something that can wake me up a little, that might be good.
Speaking of which, this will be the first time I get to eat Soma's dish. I have a feeling of suspense within me, but that might change. After all, our Dad was a former second seat of the famous elite ten.
"How will he do against him?"
"Shiro? You will be one of the judges for the match. SO please stay awake." My Dad point out.
"Yea, I will." I continued to yawn.
"Wait, we have more judges!?" Soma exclaimed.
"Of course, don't think I will be the only one judging," I said calmly as I gestured for Fumio-san to come in.
"Then, what's the theme?" I asked both of them, most especially my Dad.
"Well then, judges, you have the honor of choosing what you want to eat!" My Dad exclaimed and pointed at me.
"Yea and Isshiki-senpai is involved as well for some reason." I point besides me to see a naked Isshiki-senpai. I was able to turn away from his unusual attire and stared at the match.
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Specialty || Shokugeki no Soma
FanficBeing a chef is hard enough. Being the daughter of an asshole of a Dad is even harder. What Dad makes disgusting dishes and acts like a child 90% of the time? One day, her childish Dad conveniently decided to drop her at the #1 cooking school in Jap...