Chapter 9
"Heyo! Takumi, Soma-kun!" Risuko greeted, walking inside the hall with a camera in one hand. Her free arm was gripped by Isami who seemed to have dragged the girl in the late night assembly before she runs off and gets expelled.
"I can't help but notice that you're quite biased when it comes to greeting people." Tadokoro lets out a sigh but still kept a small smile afterwards.
"Sorry about that, Megumi-san." Risuko said with an apologetic laugh as Isami released his hold off her. "I heard of your Shokugeki with Shinomiya-senpai. I was expecting that you and Soma-kun are kicked out by now."
"You sure are great with rubbing salt on the wound..." Soma's shoulders slumped down, seemingly hurt by the raven haired girl's blunt comment. "Well, you could say that we lost by a mile. I was just talking about it with Takumi."
The term rubbing salt on the wound is a figurative expression used to tell when one's comment had hurt another who was already hurt from the very beginning. Though, we have to admit that the meaning wasn't far off with the literal meaning. If you were to try rubbing some salt on a huge abrasion on your knee, you would find yourself groaning, screaming, crying, or a combination of the three in pain. You could even try it at home to prove to you that I'm not lying.
Just as they were chattering, sudden gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, catching the main character group's attention. Turning their heads, they saw Nakiri Erina entering the room with cliché bubbles and sparkles surrounding her presence as if mocking Risuko whose presence was always surrounded with a mess of different backgrounds.
"Tenth Seat!" Risuko shouted out loud for everyone to hear, annoyed especially after seeing Takumi turn his head away to look at the golden haired bishojou.
"Don't call me Tenth Seat, you little vixen!" Erina retorted, the magic sparkles and bubbles now disappearing.
"I know not of the word vixen! And I am a graduate of Hogwarts at that!" Risuko spat back, the group who was once surrounding her, slowly backing away from her as if saying I don't know her. "Wingdarium Leviosa!"
After saying the spell Risuko took a ruler from somewhere and threw it straight on Erina's face, running away before the golden haired Nakiri could recover.
Well we could say that Erina didn't float, meaning Risuko failed in casting the spell. She must have pronounced it wrong; she may want a lesson or two with Hermione.
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"Are you finally finished with your dish, Isami?" Takumi questioned, leaning closer to his younger twin's working area, inspecting his dish.
"I'm done, Nii-chan." Isami answered as he lets out a yawn, rubbing his eyes afterwards. "I think it's about time for us to get some sleep. We have an early start tomorrow."
"You're right." Takumi muttered who seemed to be in deep thought at the mention of sleep. Isami, who was too tired to notice his brother's furrowed brows, started cleaning up after his work. "Isami... could you... um..."
Raising an eyebrow in question, Isami turned his head to face his older brother. "Is something the matter, Nii-chan?" Although he had inquired the blonde, the brunette Aldini somehow knew what would be Takumi's next line.
Just as Takumi finally found the courage to ask his brother to check on a certain Chuunibyou, Takumi's attention was suddenly diverted towards Risuko who was skipping happily outside the kitchen. His pale sapphire orbs followed her movements until the raven head was finally out of sight.
"Never mind." Brushing off his brother, Takumi jogged out of the kitchen, leaving the younger Aldini with a tinge of curiosity on what was now running inside his older twin's mind.
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