𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔ ¦¦ three bright smiles

"Takumi! Isami!" The wooden door of one of the said twins' room flew open as certain raven head bursted inside with face white as a sheet, visibly panicked.

This had immediately perked up the interest of the Aldini brothers, finding it incredibly rare for Risuko to look so alarmed. After all, this girl has the audacity to kidnap teenaged boys for fun and create much bigger crimes without batting much of an eye and still have dinner while laughing madly.

"I broke your mom's vase!" The female Totsuki student displays two separate pieces of the said item on each hand, seeming to be on the verge of sobbing at her idiotic actions. From her revelation, the cyan-eyed brothers showcased a bewildered countenance.

Oh, but the broken vase merely owned thirty percent of the dumbfounded expression etched across their faces. What had surprised them more was the fact this outrageous woman just showed actual guilt for her actions. This girl, who would shamelessly flaunt all the crazy antics she had done to the whole student body of Totsuki Culinary Academy.

"What should I do...?" Risuko grabs her blonde prince by the collar, shaking as she muttered out in horror. "What if I lose all the points I've scored with your mom as a potential daughter-in-law!"

Oh, so that's why.

Groaning, Takumi slaps a hand on his face as mumbled out. "I think I have some adhesive on the top shelf. Just get it fixed."

"Yes, chief!" The raven-haired girl responds with a salute, face harboring that usual carefree grin before rushing out to grab a stool from downstairs. She returns shortly before climbing up the elevation whilst rummaging through the boxes and items on top of the wooden furniture.

Hues of electric blue watching the petite girl stand on her tiptoes, Isami took note of the white shirt the female wore -- a minimalistic design of a crescent moon on the right chest part of the clothing present. Having felt that he had seen that sort of print before, the brunette attempts to dig inside his mind to search why the sight of the shirt tugs familiarity within him.

Just as he trails his gaze towards his older sibling was when he realized, a smirk edging up his lips whilst staring at the blonde Aldini fitting on the two broken pieces of the vase. Catching sight of the crescent moon printed on the left chest part of Takumi's white shirt, he cannot help but chuckle.

"So, a couple shirt, huh?" As he whispers the words out with a teasing grin present on his thin lips, Isami found his brother visibly stiffening -- choking on thin air even.

A series of incoherent stutters left the golden-haired boy's mouth, shaking as a deep red blood rush grew on his smooth cheeks -- seemingly flustered. It took a whole minute or two of pure panic before Takumi was able to gush out comprehensible words. "D-don't get any funny ideas, Isami!"

"Well, I guess you two need to play a couple today." Isami lets a low hum vibrate from his throat, still holding that idle smile on his lips before moving his gaze to Risuko who had just hopped off the stool with the tube of adhesive in her grip. "Although, I doubt you two would need acting to be a believable one."

The final statement mumbled out softly, Takumi failed to comprehend the words, quirking up his eyebrow questioningly. Isami doesn't bother repeating his words, replying with silence.

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A sigh of relief escaped the three students of Totsuki Academy upon they had finished fixing up the broken vase. With the Aldini brothers having experienced the wrath of their mother first hand before, they cannot help but feel as if the heavy burden on their shoulders had been lifted away, knowing how making a fourty year old mother is a terrible move to do. On the other hand, our stalker that just seems to be on crack began dancing in glee at the assurance that she won't be losing daughter-in-law points.