𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔¦¦ two servings of breakfast

It was a fact that due to Takumi's first hand experience with working in the kitchen, the half-blood Italian possesses great skills as a chef -- a talent your author here greatly envies from the boy for her sole specialty as a cook herself is burnt fried eggs for breakfast. I have to say that I am quite the gourmet too, myself.

Ever since Takumi had been aiding with the dishes in their family restaurant, it wasn't a surprise that he was adored by the patrons of Trattoria Aldini along with his twin brother. After all, the fraternal twins don't just harbour exceptional talent when it comes to cooking for their age, but also very charming looks and personalities as well. It wouldn't be farfetched to assume that regulars would always look forward to their visit back in their hometown.

"Takumi, you've got your first costumer for the day." Upon his pureblood Japanese father had said so, the owner of the said name whipped his head towards the middle-aged male's direction. His father blinks owlishly at first upon catching proper sight of his son, mumbling gingerly with a bead of sweat dropping from his forehead. "Son, did you even sleep last night?"

Visible from the blonde's handsome features were dark circles under his eyes, his usually neatly kept golden tresses tousled. The boy's captivating sapphire orbs were an eye-catcher, but in a completely different way than usual as it was red, bloodshot. And, there you have the appearance relatively similar to a college student doing their thesis report.

"I'm fine, Tou-san." Takumi claimed, waving a hand dismissively as his scruffy voice proved his declaration otherwise. A yawn escaping his lips to emphasize his sleep deprived appearance, the flaxen-haired boy rubs his eye before dragging his feet outside the kitchen to handle the aforementioned costumer. "I'll handle a few costumers."

"Yeah. You do that..." The older male nods his head, following his son's movements with his eyes. Somehow, concerned why on earth would he push himself to do an all nighter?

Well, unbeknownst to the head chef, his poor son was robbed of his bed due to a certain unabashed raven head. And, since Takumi earned a bump in the head just from the sole act of trying to wake up the girl, the blonde was too traumatized to attempt claiming his bed one more time.

"Good morning, my darling Takumi-chan!" A cheerful grin decorating her lips, a certain raven-head clad in her iconic scarf greets the boy merrily. Seated in a pristine manner in the almost empty restaurant, Risuko shows off a cup of tea in hand. "Would you like a sip, my dear? I believe you are quite tired."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Takumi lets out a groan, a vein popping on his forehead before chucking the menu right at the girl's face. "You really have the guts to say that to me after stealing my bed and headbutting me for Pete's sake!" The boy claimed, his reddening visage show how livid he was. Pointing a finger at the plaster on his forehead, he then added. "Do you see this?"

"Your beauty? Of course, I do!" Risuko claimed, hearts animatedlt floating around her aura. "All that matters is that I love you no matter how dark your bags may get, no matter how disheveled you get, no matter how injured you get!"

"You're missing the point here!" The biracial male claimed, stomping his feet whilst tugging on his blonde tresses out frustrating. It seems the lack of sleep is finally getting into him. "You do realize I didn't get a wink of sleep because of you!"

"Well, it's better that I keep you up all night than some other woman." The ebony-haired stalker stated, tilting up her chin proudly before taking a nice long sip from her tea. Unfortunately, her elegant scene was ruined upon choking on the it after receiving a smack on the back of her head. Jerking her head up, she pointed a finger at the culprit accusingly. "Is that how you treat you costumers here? Manager, this handsome server of your is doing such a terrible job!"