Ever since I was a little girl, promises have dictated my life. Promises with my parents, cousins, friends. It facilitated friendships, challenged me and encouraged self-love and growth. Aside from the common day agreements that I would make with pe...
In a small, humble kitchen red headed figures confronted two pillars of fire, the stovetop. Simultaneously, their pans were doused with oil and rice was thrown in. The previously quiet oil now sizzled and spluttered as the pair raced to prepare their dishes. The father-son duo shook their pans in unison, elevating the body of rice into the air. As the rice fell, a set of sharp blue eyes noted the changing colour and aroma of the air. In the Yukihira Diner, residents of the neighbourhood flocked to experience the usual battle between the Yukihira father and son.
Father, Yukihira Joichiro, finished first as usual, setting his bowl down in front of the timid Mayumi Kurase; classmate of the younger Yukihira, who's eyes could not leave the meal put before her. Yukihira Soma was not so far behind, plating his dish right beside his father's in less than a few seconds. Behind the counter, the two grinned waiting for the taste tester to do her thing. Alongside the pair was the blue-eyed female who held a small smirk on her lips.
It was completely silent. The customers, competitors and bystanders waited eyes wide in anticipation for the decision to be made.
"This one!" Mayumi squeaked placing the spoon on the plate to her left. In the diner cheers erupted simultaneously with the groan of distain and silent fist-pump of victory. Yukihira Joichiro has done it again. Customers roared in excitement as Nakiri Amai; childhood and best friend of Soma, delivered the orders to them. When Amai re-entered the kitchen, the familiar scene of a sulking Soma and accomplished Joichiro befell her.
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Pfft. A little laugh and chuckle left the female's body as she stared at the sight of Soma on his knees that she had grown accustomed to.
"Don't act so surprised Soma. You were bound to lose." Amai teased, covering her smile with the back of her hand. Another sound of amusement, a snicker, came from Amai as she gave Soma her regular smirk. Soma's head sunk even further as he contemplated the win to loss ratio.
Looking down at his son, Joichiro grinned, "That's almost five hundred wins, no? Am I right Amai?"
Nodding, Amai sunk down to Soma's level on the floor and reached her hand out to ruffle the losing boy's head. Soma slowly glanced up showing a small pout on his lips to the girl beside him. A giggle left Amai when she noticed the childish look on his face.
He will be the death of me.
Stretching out her hand, Amai grabbed hold onto Soma's pouting lips and grinned.
"Stop being a baby."
Soma's lips were smooshed together causing his eyes to widen as he felt warmth blossom in his abdomen. A red hue lightly coloured Amai's cheeks as she looked into his shining gold eyes.
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