𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔ ¦¦ two kisses

Unless you were born with psychic powers, it would be impossible to know of what tomorrow may hold. It could have been so convenient to be able to predict the future, accounting in that you are given an opportunity to prepare yourself for the upcoming events in your life. In any case something undesirable would happen, we can take precautionary measures.

Well, it sucks not to be an over powered psychic bestowed with almost every ability possible. That was a particular wish our raven haired stalker had been repetitively chanting in her mind upon waking up with a pretty bad fever on the day of the Autumn Elections she had been long anticipating for. Somehow, she regretted getting drenched in the rain the day before whilst sneaking pictures of one of the boys she found hot by his dorm room window.

A small beep occuring from the small device squeezed in between Risuko's armpit, Ryoko proceeds to retrieve the thermometer as she heaved out a small sigh upon viewing the numbers displayed on the said item. Peeking from behind the magenta haired female, a navy haired cinnamon roll finds a small frown of disappointment on her thin lips.

39.2 °C

"Risuko,  I cannot advice you to proceed on with the competition." Ryoko claims, her wild berry tinted hues watching the petite female purse her lips into a thin line. Stepping closer to the shorter female, the young lady with long locks of fuschia sends the raven head a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Do get a good rest in your room."

"NO." Shaking her head like a five-year-old refusing to go to their first trip to the dentist, the young chef with tousled locks of ebony huffs stubbornly, getting up from her seat before managing to press with a stomp of her feet. "The White Death is going to show those peasants who's boss."

Risuko attempts to make a run for it towards those competitors from Block B will be participating for the preliminary rounds. To her misfortune however, it didn't take long for her fever to catch up, resulting to the young stalker finding her vision in a blurry haze before colliding with the wall of the building. Seeing the petite female immediately hit the ground afterwards, a small flock of those who had considered her a friend immediately rushes to her aid with great haste.

"I think I'm starting to see heaven even though I'm convinced I should be in hell." Risuko mumbles out with an airy breath, vision spinning.

"Risuko-san, I really think you should go back to your dorm room and get some rest. You're clearly not in the shape to compete." Megumi helps the raven-head to sit up, receiving rebellious grumbles from the hazel-eyed female, not seeming to budge one bit in spite of her extreme difficulty to even keep her body upright.

"I need to show off my new dish! And, I will!" The currently under the weather Totsuki student staggers on her position as she struggled to stand up. Gripping on Isami's arm, the one who stood closest to her current position, the black haired girl muttered out. "I'll show them that I deserved to be part of the Elections. I'll prove that the White Death takes her art seriously and it's not always me joking around."

Before she could proceed to run off and further injure herself, the brunette Aldini keeps a firm hold on his good friend,  not quite a difficult feat considering her weakened state -- although he knew of the white scraved female's owned passion in cooking, he had to priorotize her health. "I agree with the girls from Polar Star, Risuko. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"But..." A forlorn twinkle flashing through her almond orbs, the raven head struggled with great persistence.

Isami manages a sigh before turning to his raven haired friend's dorm mates, stating with a commiserating smile countenance etched across his features. "You guys can go on ahead and prepare for the event. Nii-chan and I will be handling Risuko for now."