𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔¦¦ three tsp. of sweetness

Chapter 10

Any normal person would enjoy a feast of such luxurious food, especially after a tiring three-day-long camp in the renowned institution of Totsuki Academy. After all, about one-third of the whole population of the current first years were expelled during this short period of time. Having survived this type of hell, they would have bragging rights - and an exquisite full-course meal prepared by the top alumni of the school.

Surely, any outsider would be mumbling to their selves how lucky they were or how much they deserved it after an excruciating set of trials. However, let's be sensible and open minded that not everyone is a normal person. In fact, according to the opinion of an intellectual, 'a person so normal can be labelled as abnormal as everyone was born with their own uniqueness and individuality'.

Moving back on to our current topic, as the female protagonist of this amateurish story would feast on delight at the superbly-made dishes, our little blonde princ-half-Italian male couldn't find it in his heart to actually enjoy the food before me. Who would if their obnoxious stalker was seated just across him.

"Takumi, say ah~" Risuko sang delightedly as she held up her spoon in front of the spindrift eyed male, a wide grin plastered across her lips as she watched the older Aldini's cheeks dust with pink from her gesture.

"Stop it! It's not funny, idiot!" Takumi exclaimed loudly, flustered as he held both her palms over his mouth, refusing to be spoon fed by the raven-haired girl. He found it to be embarrassing, especially in front of all the remaining first-years gathered inside the grand hall. "Shove it in your own mouth!"

"There's no need to be shy, you know." The hazel-eyed raven-head teased, insistently leaning forward closer whilst the blonde stood firm on his ground, turning his head to face away from the silverware holding quite a delectable taste of a meal. Sighing from the half-Italian blonde's stubbornness, she then sat back down, lowering her spoon. "If you insist that you don't want to, I guess Isami wouldn't mind. Right~?"

As Risuko tilted her head towards the plump brunette's direction, the younger Aldini twin nodded in agreement, a sweet, polite smile etched upon his chubby features. "Of course, I wouldn't mind." Isami chimed, receiving an enthusiastic beam from the ebony-haired young stalker. "I would like to have a taste."

"I'm glad that unlike Takumi-kun, you aren't such a huge killjoy. It's not like I would kidnap him out of nowhere." Risuko mumbled her words out, readying to extend her arm closer for Isami to reach the spoon. "Here ya go~"

"Don't, Isami!" Just inches away from the spoon entering Isami's mouth, Takumi shouted out loud, a twinge of crimson visible from his cheeks. As a pair of hazel hues along with cerulean ones gazed curiously at his sudden outburst, the young blonde fumbled to find a good excuse. "There might be poison there!"

Ah, not speaking his feelings as always.

"Just how low do you think I am." Risuko mumbled out blandly, staring emptily through Takumi's ocean eyes.

"Very." The blonde replied firmly, tone just as lacking of enthusiasm as hers.

Well, after being kidnapped so abruptly almost every month, we cannot blame him.

"You say that after carrying her to your room just the other night." Isami remarked with an amused chuckle, enjoying how his older brother had flushed into a deeper shade of red from his comment, stuttering a string of denial from his lips.

"Hush your mouth, Isami!" Takumi gushed out, clearly embarrassed as he recalled the said events.

"In any case, if you actually want Risuko to feed you, you should have said so from the very beginning." Isami claimed slyly, lips curling up to form a knowing smile.