𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔¦¦ a bag of rocks

Chapter 7

As the first year students of the Polar Star Dormitory finished their discussion regarding the upcoming training camp, a certain late resident entered the room through the window, looking more dishevelled than usual.

"Hey, wassup?" Risuko greeted as she wiped the sweat forming on her forehead while looking cautiously outside the window and slamming it close.

The students felt wary on what she could have done as they were engulfed by a feeling of melancholia. The urge of asking her what happened was growing within them but the fear of knowing the result of the Shinkotsune Risuko's actions was preventing them from doing so.

"Heyo, Risuko! What's cooking, duck?" Soma questioned straightforwardly, the only exception from the description on the previous paragraph.

"Besides the director's ofiice?" Risuko responded with another question that happened to have provided them a satisfactory-yet-not-really-at-the-same-time answer.

"You need to tone it down a notch!" They screamed at the raven haired female, scolding her for her extra reckless action.

"I have to tell you that the firemen came just in time. Nobody died, so chill." Risuko said, raising her hands up defensively. "The po-po is after me though. I didn't expect for Tenth seat to call the cops on me this time."

Now, we all know that being chased by the police is never a good sign, well, unless if you happen to be a famous singer or actor and they were just chasing you for your autograph, let us congratulate you for living the good life and let us express our gratitude for reading this type of book even with being famous and all. However, it would be impossible for Risuko to be a singer since her voice is as beautiful as me scratching a plate with a fork. It would also be impossible for her to be an actress since her talent in acting is as good as a socially awkward teenager.

And at that exact moment, Fumio's voice called out from the direction of the entrance of the dorm. "Risuko, it's time for you to go to juvenile jail and have the law punish you!"

Isn't the Madonna of Polar Star such a kind caretaker?

Risuko's face paled at her words before she kneeled in front of the others, her hand clasped together in a pleading manner. "Hide me, please! I don't want to go back to jail! There are no cute boys there!"

Should we mention that there was definitely something concerning with the second sentence? And also, not to mention that she would still prioritize her infatuation on attractive males even in that type of situation. She needs to sort kut her priorities.

"O-okay..." Tadokoro answered unsurely, trying to calm the raven haired girl down with a warm smile that look more lopsided than genuine.

"But, should we really?" Ibusaki thought out loud, Yuki, Ryoko, and Marui turned to him as if on the verge of agreeing before looking at the sniffling Risuko on the floor.

"That makes sense. No Risuko means no destruction, no stalking, no kidnapping, no fires, and more importantly no destruction." Marui added smartly as the other students nodded in agreement.

Well, isn't it just obvious what the wise decision will be?

"Don't be so cold-hearted! I'm telling Ishiki-senpai if you dare give me to the police!" Risuko threatened, now clutching desperately on Tadokoro's waist.

"Would Ishiki-senpai really care?" Soma questioned insensitively, piercing an arrow through Riusko's heart, but not in a romantic way, more on a wounding way.

"O-of course he will!" Risuko started sobbing, hurt by the fact that one of her stalking subjects assumed that her favourite senpai finds her spiteful.