Kaede Saiba. (Shokugeki no Soma)

Step Four

Kaede couldn't be more pissed.

She sat on her nephew's bed; arms and legs crossed as she glared at her phone. According to the other mothers, fathers and some aunts and uncles - she wasn't summoned for a parent-teacher interview, instead she was summoned for an event. You know, like sports day. 

Except this was for Totsuki.

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Totsuki Culinary School.

Which meant that the event was cooking.

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Fuck.

"Oba-san." Soma spoke warily from his position on the floor. Originally when he had seen his aunt converse with the others, he had thought that he was in the clear and maybe she wasnt mad at him anymore. However, he had forgotten in his time as a highschool student - surrounded by other high school students that single-mindedly focused on cooking, that the world was a very dark place. And very dark places were great for hiding liars.

"Hands back up!" She spat, jolting his slacking arms back into their upright position. She sighed, grumbling incoherently a string of English profanities before she slumped onto the bed. Man, she really did something wrong in her past life if this was happening to her. 

Why didnt she bloody check where she was going before hopping onto that damned plane, stupid rage issues - always getting in the way of logic and reason.

The room filled with silence as minutes ticked by, Soma even daring to rise from his punishment and flop with his aunt on his bed. Wordlessly they stared at each-other - Kaede in acceptance of her tragic fate and Soma with a slightly pleased expression but otherwise. They probably would of fallen asleep like that - their necks crook the next day from their unorthodox sleeping positions if not for Fumio rudely blasting in the pipes that dinner was ready.