Specialty || Shokugeki no Soma

Long Time No See?

French: Underlined (If you see a phrase being underlined, they are speaking French! 

Shiro POV

"No." 

"Why not?"

"We don't have time," Shinomyia-senpai stated.

"Why not?" 

"Because we don't have time for your stupid shokugeki that you can do in your free time,"  Shinomiya-senpai replied with a tick on his forehead.

"Why?"

"Why you-" 

"Shiro, stop this. He has some judging to do. But at least your brother can participate in this menu contest." Dojima-senpai quickly cuts in and put his hand on my shoulder.

"But I don't understand why though!? What a minute... is he...perhaps..sexist?!" I exclaimed while covering my mouth. I high-fived Inui-senpai as we all laughed.

I can Shinomiya-senpai getting redder. "You midget think I'm sexist?!"

"Well, no duh." I point out as I smirked in victory until he stood up and dragged me by the arm outside.

"Ouch! That hurts! I get it! I'm sorry! I was just joking." I sweat dropped, I couldn't believe he takes things too seriously.

He sighed as he brought his face to me, surprising me a bit.

"Humph, don't do that again." 

"Woah, move back a bit, strangers might think we're a thing," I stated as I moved back move.

"And what if we are?"  He said with a smirk.

........

"Nope, nope, nope. That confirms it, you're crazy." I said as I pushed him back.

"And you think I take jokes easily." 

"Did you read my mind?" He looked at me for a minute before walking away.

"Hey!"

"You can move your legs by yourself, you idiot." 

"Geez, you are a dumb coral head."

"What you say?"

"Nothing."

{Timeskip to the end of the Stagiaire}

"So I guess you had a good time during your stagiaire," I stated as we walked back to the dorm for the first time in a long time.

"Yep, Master Shinomiya taught me many French techniques, I might even know more than you!" Soma replied as he grinned.

"Mhmm." 

"So where did you go?" 

"Asia, Africa, and more places."

"Why did you suddenly disappear?"

Both of us stopped in our tracks. I sighed.

"Dad called." I simply said, not wanting to say anymore.

"But you could've at least told me."

"I didn't want you to feel bad."

"I'm your brother. I will let you go if you told me."

We stared at each other for a while.

"Let's go back to the dorm okay? I promise to tell you next time when Dad calls."

"Promise?"

"Yea, promise."

Just like that, I reassured his heart and trust with a few of my lies.