Kaede Saiba. (Shokugeki no Soma)

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The broom in her hands scraped gently within the dark, echoing slightly in the lonely room of Restaurant Yukihira. Kaede Saiba huffed, tucking a short, rebellious strand of her hair behind her ear - a shade of dark red that only two people in the world seemed to share. It had been over three months since both of her family members left - her happy-go-lucky nephew venturing onwards in the name of education and her brother venturing onwards in general. 

She sighed, pulling out one of the chairs and sinking into it as she recalled the bustling memories that nearly made up for the silence of reality. She leaned her head back, allowing the broom in her left hand to clack unceremoniously against the floorboards as she simultaneously pulled out a phone from her back pocket. Her fingers danced habitually on the screen, rapidly clicking to unlock her phone and be greeted with her home screen: three blobs of red hair, all smiling into the camera.

Ahh, how she missed them...

BZZZZ!!!

Her phone buzzed in her hands; vibrating wildly in the fleshy confinements. Kaede fumbled to swipe at the 'Accept Call' after registering the name on the caller I.D.

"Soma?" She mumbled, expecting to immediately hear the spirited boy that she watched grow up. 

"Oba-san! Can you come to Totsuki? It's an emergency! Okay? Thanks! See you there!" The phone rapid-fired, not giving her time to reply before the call disconnected. She stared at her phone, eyes so intense that they almost burnt a hole in the middle of the screen as she tried to crush her phone in one hand. 

Three months. No letters. Not even a phone call.

Then this.

That ungrateful brat! 

As if the world was playing some sort of sick joke, her phone buzzed with life one more time - 'Cheeky Brat' quite wretchedly displayed on the front as a text notification mocked her unfilial brat. Her fingers raised slightly, tapping the banner with as much self-control as she could muster.

<.                                     Cheeky Brat

                                                                                Good luck with
                                                                  highschool, study well, 
                                                                       will miss you heapss

Address: Tōtsuki Culinary
Academy XXXXXXXXXXXX,
Tokyo XXXX

Make sure to go to the
Polar Star Dorm, ok?

________________________________

She would be lying if she wasn't mad right now; so much so that the power of anger decided to ramp up her adrenaline - helping her to stuff some belongings into a suitcase, get someone to watch the restaurant, hail a cab, book a ticket to Tokyo and storm into Tōtsuki without so much as glancing at the nameplate.

Later on, she would try to invent a way to turn back time in order to throttle her past self.